Page 87 of A Lethal Game of Trust
“Sorry has not come from his lips once,” I muttered, shoving the high-neck top back on before picking up my phone. We walked back to my flat.
I had to rid myself of Dom. So I texted the last person I should text. Well, the second from last.
LEONIE: When are you back in town?
Roc glanced over my shoulder. “Oh, fuck sake, Leonie,” he groaned, closing his eyes in exasperation. “Not him. His family is already causing enough problems.”
“Problems?” I asked.
“They’ve made some gains on Darley that they shouldn’t. We’re keeping an eye on them.”
He was always willing to share the real crap that went on.
I could keep an eye on Sam Yun.
He kissed me on the cheek and shook his head. “Leave him well alone.”
Really, it would be helping out the family business, right? And when I got a picture ofhimnaked, it would be two birds, one stone.
I pottered around my room, tidying up my toiletries, even half-heartedly washing my make-up brushes, glancing with a twisted gut at my phone lying on the bed.
He could still be abroad. On his Instagram, he’d been in Brazil five days ago, holding a thousand-pound bottle of vodka high in the air.
When my phone dinged — because, yes, I’d put it on loud for the occasion — I dropped the foundation brush into the bowl of water and let the splashes cover my mirror as I lunged to the bed.
SAMMY YUN X: I’ve been in town for two days. Didn’t hit you up because your Instagram is still covered in that little twerp.
I pursed my lips to stop laughing aloud. Twerp.
LEONIE: Twerp’s gone.
SAMMY YUN X: He’s out and I’m… in?
LEONIE: If you want to be in.
SAMMY YUN X: Always so eager, Leo.
I wouldn’t call myself eager. I’d call myself desperate to get over Dom. With the old cliché of getting under someone else.
During our texts, I hadn’t moved. I stood stock still at the end of my bed, thumbs dancing.
LEONIE: Want to go to Issy’s birthday with me tomorrow? Would be a bit of a throwback to be in my old room.
Where I’d lost my virginity to him.
The three dots of his reply were immediate.
SAMMY YUN X: As in a date? With little Leonie Castillo?
I couldn’t stand texting. Did he want it to be a date? Was he disgusted by the very idea? I couldn’t gauge that. And if it were a date, Dom would lose his shit.
LEONIE: As in we get drunk together with our friends from school. If you want to buy me breakfast in the morning you can.
SAMMY YUN X: Let’s see how much of a good girl you are first.
Before, my stomach would have been flip-flopping with excitement. Now it fluttered with guilt. I’d done it and there was no going back.
LEONIE: You know how much of a good girl I can be.
