“Jade?” he questions.
“How do you know about Jade?”
“I looked into you.”
I snort, knowing how dull my life is. There is something small he could have found, but I push that aside and decide to focus on the positive. “Bet that was boring as hell,” I say when he doesn’t bringthat thingup.
“Nothing about you is boring, Hayley,” August says, walking around the counter. “Leave the dishes. The cleaner will do them.” He presses his lips to my forehead. “See you this afternoon.”
“So that’s a yes to Jade?” I call after him.
“It’s your home, babe. Invite whomever you want,” he calls back.
My home, my ass.I bet one week in this penthouse would pay my rent for the entire freaking year.
I take out my phone and text Jade while I continue to grumble to myself.
Me:
Come to the devil god’s penthouse. Help me decorate.
Jade:
Devil god? So, he was good, then?
Me:
Still not fucking him.
Jade:
So… just sucking face? I saw the pictures.
Her message is followed by five images, all of me and August from last night. I save one. We look like a real couple. You wouldn’t know that the kiss was fake.
Me:
Just come over.
Jade:
Be there in an hour. What’s the address?
Good question.Whatisthe address? I open my maps, tag my location, and then send that to Jade.
Once I finish eating, I have a quick shower, apply some light makeup, and do my hair in two braids. I pull on a pair of denim cut-offs and a band shirt before I walk out to the living room and get started on the decorations.
Jade turns up about half an hour later. With Starbucks. “Oh my god, I love you,” I say, wrapping my arms around her back. Andre steps off the elevator with her.
“Miss Bell, do you need anything?” he asks.
“Want to help decorate?” I wave a hand around the apartment.
“Ah…” He looks like he doesn’t know what to say.
“Relax. I was kidding. You don’t have to stick around. I’m not going anywhere,” I tell him.
He nods. “I’ll be downstairs, Miss Bell.”
