Page 89 of Beautiful Crazy

Are they talking about me?

I stay tucked behind the cubicle wall where nobody can see me sitting here. If I get caught, I’ll just play dumb.

“Doesn’t he have a girlfriend?”

“I heard he was sleeping with his roommate.”

“Probably because he’s already slept with all the women in this building.”

“Wait, wait, wait…you mean this girl? On his Insta account?”

“Aww look how…cute she looks.” Another girl snorts.“Emmett probably makes her call him daddy when she’s in those panda pants.”

She’s dissing my panda pants?

“Didn’t Emmett say once that she was a little…you know, crazy?”

I slap a hand over my mouth when that word is used to keep from gasping or making any audible noise whatsoever.

Crazy?

Did he really say what I’ve always feared he would say?

Just like all the other men?

“Oh, my God.” Another girl gasps. “She’s tagged in that Watering Hole post. Look!”

“Does she work for them? The Watering Hole?”

“Don’t know…do you think that’s how they met?”

“It wouldn’t surprise me.”

All three girls are chuckling now. “Sucks to be Emmett when she sees it.”

“Nah, he’ll get out of it. He’s a good liar. He’ll come up with something to say so he can keep fucking her. I almost feel bad for the girl.”

“What’s her name?”

“Emily? That’s what it says in her profile anyway.”

“Maybe she is crazy.”

“Yeah, crazy for dating him.”

“Just like the rest of us.”

“Yeah, but he was good while it lasted, am I right?”

All the girls laugh once more while I wipe a couple tears that spill down my cheek.

“Hey. Why are we hanging out outside my office? Do you all need something?”

My office?

It sounds like a fourth woman has entered the conversation, but I can’t know for sure hiding behind Emmett’s cubicle.

Does she work in here or across the hall?

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