Page 216 of The Baby Twist
I ran to the living room and grabbed my heels while Charlie followed.
“Can I at least make you a cup of coffee before you sprint out of here?”
“No! It was just sex. Don’t make it weird.”
“I’m not.” His brows furrowed.
“Yes. Yes, you are.” I pushed the elevator button.
“Marley, you’re forgetting something.”
I turned and saw Charlie holding up my purse.
“Ugh. Thanks.” I grabbed it from him and stepped into the elevator.
“I’ll see you around sometime,” he said as the doors closed.
I raced out of the building, holding my shoes in one hand and holding the other up, yelling for a taxi. When one finally stopped, I climbed into the back, and the driver stared at me.
“Rough night?”
“None of your business.” I gave him the address to where I needed to be. “I need you to step on it, please.”
Pulling out my phone, I Facetimed Olivia.
“Good lord, Marley.” Penelope’s face appeared.
“Is that her?” I heard Olivia’s voice in the distance.
“I thought you were coming home last night?” Penelope said.
“I don’t really remember last night. I woke up in Charlie’s bed at eleven thirty.”
Olivia grabbed the phone, and her face appeared on the screen.
“You’re actually going out in public looking like that. You look like you’ve been fucked senseless and every which way.”
“Shh!” I said, looking up and noting the cab driver staring at me through the rearview mirror. “I’m only calling because I didn’t want you two to worry.”
“Oh, we weren’t worried. We knew you were in good hands with Charlie McBillionaire.” Olivia smirked.
“So tell us.” Penelope smiled. “How were his hands all over your body?”
“Goodbye!” I ended the call.
I pulled the compact from my purse and tried to wipe the mascara stains from under my eyes.
The cab driver pulled up to the curb of the florist.
“Please, wait for me. I won’t be long.” I opened the door.
“It’s your money.” He smiled.
The bell above the door, which I always thought was so cute, annoyed the hell out of me today. Stepping inside the shop, I looked around for Miguel.
“You’re late, Marley. Oh, my. What is this?” Miguel walked over and studied me, bringing his finger to his lips.
“Do not, and I mean, do not judge me.” I pointed at him.
