Page 57 of The Wrong Guy

I decided it was more important to return to work since I couldn’t stand being alone in the house with Shelly anymore.

“Hello?” I answer.

“Mrs. Bancroft?”

“This is she,” I respond to the manly voice who called me.

“I’m with the police department, and we were hoping you would be able to come down to the station to answer some questions regarding your husband’s death.”

“Yes, of course. When would you like me to come?”

“Could you come in about an hour?”

I look at the clock to see it is only ten in the morning, giving me plenty of time to come to the apartment for when Stavros comes home.

“Yes. Could you please give me the address?” The man rattles the address off as I write it down quickly.

After we hang up, I call Stavros to let him know that I’m leaving. I know I don’t need permission to leave the penthouse, but I figured it would be polite.

For the past week, we have been living like a normal couple. This is scary to me how normal it feels to be with him. How is being with someone I barely know normal? How is being a kept woman like this okay with me?

The answer to all of those questions is a resounding I don’t know. I don’t know how being kept in the dark is all right with me. I don’t know how I’m comfortable with any of this.

What do I know? The world disappears when I’m with Stavros. It is like his touch erases everything and everyone else in the world just because he’s touching me. His eyes watch me with wonderment, and it is shocking to see someone so against a relationship in the beginning become so good in one.

I’m quickly getting changed and try to pass off being jealous of Stavros being at work. We still haven’t put a title on whatever this is, and it is hot. It shouldn’t be this delicious being with the literal wolf in sheep’s clothing.

Something about how he makes me feel protected makes me think he would burn the world just for me. It might be too intense for us to get together, but I like it.

Shelly is fantastic in the mornings and always makes me something light to eat. She knows I’m not a big morning eater since I normally opt-out for just a piece of toast and a cup of juice. I greet her as I’m leaving for the police station.

“Audrina! Where are you going?"

“I got a phone call from the police. I’m due to go inside to talk to them.”

She steps in front of me, effectively blocking me from leaving. “You are not permitted to communicate with the police without an attorney present.”

I almost laugh. Shelly has worked for Stavros for a few years; I know she’s protective of him. What I’m not sure of is why she cares if I’m leaving to discuss my deceased husband.

“It is just a conversation,” I retort snottily.

“Did you let Stav know?”

We are standing in the foyer of the penthouse with my back against the door. I feel caged in the home and can’t help but feel a little anxious.

“You need to think smarter about what is going on around you, Audrina.”

My head flies back. “Look, I’m following the directions of the police officer. I need to go.”

“I’m calling Mr. Bilias before you walk out that door.”

I want to laugh at her sudden boldness. “Call him? He’s not my father.”

Shelly backs me into the wall that’s right behind me with intimidation. “I’m not trying to be rude, but this is serious stuff that’s happening around you and you don’t even know. It would be in your best interest to wait for Stavros to come home.”

My phone is ringing in my purse, giving me enough distraction to walk out the door. I’m out the door and to the elevator just in time for itdingfor me to go down to the garage. I know I probably made Shelly mad, but the last thing I want to do is get in trouble with the police.

By the timeI’m at the address of the location, I realize I fucked up. Not only does this not look like a police station, but it also looks sketchy, and I’m now in the middle of it. I considered calling Britney to help me escape this, but a car has pulled behind me to block me.

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