Page 101 of Arrogant Playboy

Georgia: What?

Rosie: I know right? Me. This is going to be so huge for my career. We leave in a couple of weeks to check it out.

Georgia: I’m so fricken proud of you, babe.

Georgia: What about Daniel?

Rosie: I can’t say anything yet. I guess I will tell him when I get back from Dubai. I might hate it there.

Georgia: True. So exciting. We can celebrate in secret this weekend?

Rosie: Yes. Can’t wait.

My phone buzzes.I look down and I see it’s from Daniel, and my stomach flutters, I’m excited to hear from him.

Daniel: Hey. A work thing popped up and I must head out of town. I’m going to have to cancel the weekend.

Rosie: Oh okay, that’s totally understandable.

Rosie: Everything is looking good for Wednesday. I’m sorry you’ll miss it.

Daniel: Yeah. You can either give the key to Ivy or courier it back to my office.

Huh.

Rosie: I’m happy to give it to you when you get back.

Daniel: I don’t know how long I’ll be.

Oh.

Rosie: Is everything okay?

Daniel: Yeah, just busy.

Something has changed. Usually, there would be something flirty in the text, or he would want to catch up before leaving. What the hell has happened in twenty-four hours?

Rosie: Okay, then I won’t keep you. Good luck.

And he never texted back.

“This is so much betterthan heading to the country,” Georgia says, arriving at my flat. She leaves tomorrow with Emily and Louis who are hitching a ride back to Paris, too. Emily is running late, which is code for trying to leave Louis’ bed. Ew.

“Thanks,” I say sadly as we clink our champagne glasses together.

“And you still haven’t heard from him?” Georgia asks.

I tried to do a FaceTime call with him once the project was over, but he declined it. I sent him videos of the finished project and it looked stunning. I could see that he’d seen them, but he never responded. For months I’d been working on this project, and he didn’t have the decency to reply. In a blind rage, I texted that thought to him.

Nothing.

I don’t understand how he’s done a complete one-eighty on me. I’m sad because I didn’t think he would be like that. How can he go from declaring he loves me, and wanting a future together to ghosting me? As if I never existed.

“No. It’s like he’s vanished.”

“Have you checked his socials?” she asks.

“Of course, there’s been nothing.”

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