Page 56 of The Sexy Billionaire

She has nothing to feel sorry about; this is all on him.

Moments later, Savannah comes back to where we are huddled, bringing security with her, and starts to usher us out of the club.

“I can’t believe one of my staff let him in. Just know, Paige, I will be dealing with him, swiftly,” she says, escorting us into her town car that she organized for us with her personal driver. “I pride myself on my clubs being safe for women, and to have one of my staff let this happen to you is unforgivable. I’m so sorry, Paige.”

I shake my head. “It’s no one’s fault except Michael’s, he’s gone crazy,” I reassure her. She gives me a stern nod before stepping back and closing the door.

Callie and I sit quietly in the car, huddled together as we drive through the Manhattan streets. My stomach turns, knowing how angry my brother is going to be when I get home.

“Shit, my phone. I must have dropped it in the club. Fuck. Giorgio, he’s going to be so worried,” I curse.

“I’ll text Savannah and let her know. Wait, who the hell is Giorgio?” Callie asks as she quickly types out a message to our friend.

Oh. Yeah, that’s right, I haven’t told her.

“Do you remember that guy I dated growing up in Italy?” I begin.

She nods. “The one who broke your heart and had a cute brother.”

Of course, she remembers Luca. One summer, Callie came with me to Italy; we had the greatest time together. “Yeah, that one. He was at Lucia’s funeral and gave his condolences.”

“Really? Wow, that would have been a blast from the past. Does he look the same?”

I look up at her and grin.

“He looks better?”

I nod.

“And?” She looks at me expectantly.

“I freaked out and ran away from him at the funeral, then I came home and found Michael and somehow we’ve been chatting ever since,” I explain to her.

“You’ve been chatting?”

“Yeah. We have a lot in common. I didn’t know when I messaged him, that he had just found out his fiancée was cheating on him with his sister at his engagement party,” I tell her.

“Wait, his sister and his fiancée?”

I nod.

“And you’ve been talking to him for weeks now?” she questions.

“Every day,” I confess.

“Every day?” she says in surprise, her voice going up an octave.

“It’s nothing like that,” I warn her. “It’s nice to talk to someone going through the same thing at the same time.”

She shakes her head in bewilderment. “Wow, I had no idea.”

“It’s nothing, just you know, chatting. No flirting or anything.”

“Right.” She grins.

I shake my head.

“I thought you hated him?” Callie asks.

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