Page 2 of Don't Fall for the Billionaire
“Why do you think, Jeremy?” I stared at him as I zipped my bag.
“All because I disagree with your fall season shenanigans. Seriously?”
“It's not just that. You didn't have to sleep in the guest room last night.”
“I was being respectful and not wanting to keep you up all night.”
“That's odd because I haven't heard you cough once since you've been up.”
“Whatever I had last night seems to be gone,” he said.
“Uh-huh.” I tossed my phone into my purse.
“Whatever, Charlotte. This isn't working.”
“Oh, don't I know it.”
The doorbell rang, and Jeremy furrowed his brows.
“You'd better go see who that is,” I said, looking around to make sure I didn't leave anything behind.
Grabbing my bag and purse, I walked into the foyer and saw Jeremy blocking the door with his body as he stood talking to a woman with long blonde hair.
“I invited you next weekend, Trish. Once again, you fucked up.”
“Wow. Who's this?” I walked up behind him.
“I'm his girlfriend. Who the hell are you?” she snapped.
“Nobody.” I shook my head and pushed past him and her.
“Good riddance, Charlotte,” Jeremy yelled.
“Fuck off.” I flipped him off as I headed to my rental car in the driveway.
“Come on in, baby,” I heard him say to Trish.
“What the actual hell, Jeremy? Did she spend the night?”
“She's just a friend. She needed a place to stay for the night.”
Before I could pull out of the driveway, the passenger door opened, and Trish climbed in.
“Excuse me?” I cocked my head at her.
“Please. I need a ride back to the city. I can pay you.” Tears streamed down her face. “Please.”
I shook my head, put the car into reverse, and peeled out of the driveway. It was awkward to say the least, but Trish seemed like a nice woman, and I couldn't leave her stranded there with that asshole.
“How long have you been seeing him?” I asked her.
“About three months. You?”
“Same.”
“I can't believe I fell for that jerk,” she sobbed. “But I knew something was off with him.”
“Cancelled last-minute dates? No texts or calls like he promised? Excuses that work or meetings ran later than expected?” I asked her.
