Page 120 of The Wildest One

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I really hadn’t checked my phone at all since Beck had carried me in here yesterday?

No.

I hadn’t.

A realization that was suddenly slapping me back into reality.

Shit.

“It’s probably one of my assistants. I should go look.” I glanced up his chest and smiled. “Do not move.” I slid out of bed and found my bag on the floor by the entrance, reaching inside to get my phone.

The screen showed over thirty missed calls.

More than fifty texts.

And an explosion of social media notifications.

What the hell?

My thumb shook as I swiped it over the screen, scrolling through each of the missed calls. The phone calls had started at around ten in the evening and went straight through this morning, an equal number from Celeste and Joel—my assistants. The last call that had come in a few seconds ago was from my father.

Oh God.

I went to my texts, and the first one I pulled up was the group chat I had with my assistants.

Celeste

Jolie, the second you see this, I need you to call me.

Joel

She still hasn’t called?

Celeste

No.

Joel

Where is she?

Celeste

I have no idea.

Joel

I just knocked on her door, and she didn’t answer.

Celeste

I don’t want to make a decision without her, but someone needs to do something.

Joel

Do we call Mark?

Celeste

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