Page 161 of Charming Like Us
Donnelly’s entire family are methaddicts.No way will Loren Hale ever want him involved with his daughter.
Too late.
“I’m going to pry for answers tomorrow,” I whisper to Jack, “when he’s actually coherent—”
A phone rings too loudly.
Donnelly suddenly startles awake.
“Fuck.Sorry.” Jack runs to the pull-out and searches for his cell twisted in the sheets.
“Donnelly.Donnelly.You’re safe, bro.”
He slips and falls on his ass.
“You were sleepwalking.”
“Huh?” He squints at the light.
I take a quick glance at my boyfriend. Wondering if the other execs are calling him about his job. But it’s 5 a.m.—early for a business phone call.
Jack puts his cell to his ear and races out of the apartment. Taking the call in the hallway, I’m assuming. My chest is on fire, but if he wanted me to follow him, he would’ve motioned me.
So I trust Jack not to pull a Charlie and disappear on me without details or warning.
I focus on my friend and squat down to Donnelly. “You need a water?”
“Nah.” He rests his forearms on his knees. “How’s the couch? Worth the price?”
“It’s worth 0 cents.” I sit down on the floor. “1-star rating.”
“1-star is better than no stars.” He massages his knuckles, reading my tensed features. “What?”
“Luna Hale?”
His face drops. “Farrow told you?”
I choke on surprise. “Farrow knew?”
“Shit.” He shuts one eye, then opens it. “So it’s a long story. But I’m not doin’ anything with Luna now.”
“But you did?”
“Once.” He glances towards the hall and then whispers so quietly I have to strain my ears. “I ate her out. That was it.”
I get most of the story and learn that only Farrow, Maximoff, Jane, and Thatcher know. Now me and Jack.Let’s keep it that way.
I’m still reeling. Going out of my ever-loving mind trying to process this.Donnelly and Luna.
Luna and Donnelly.
A science experiment?
I can’t believe he crossed that line. Mostly because Luna is Maximoff’s little sister. Maximoff was Farrow’s fiancé at the time. And Donnelly is loyal to Farrow. It’s a crossed friendship line.
“Do you still like her?” I ask.
“She’s cool,” he says nonchalantly.
