Is she dumb? It’s not like I haven’t made my point clear.
“Yes,” I shriek.
She looks me up and down condescendingly. “It’s cute you think that it’ll last. It won’t.”
The muscles in my jaw harden. “You’re wrong. He loves me. They all do.”
Giselle scoffs. “Hunter doesn’t share. I know that for a fact. Whatever is going on here isn’t going to last.” She gives me a sad, evil smile. “You think you’re the first woman to come through here, claiming the guys are in love with them?”
Her vile nags at the doubts lingering in the back of my mind, and I don’t like it.
Grabbing her wrist, I lead her out of the bathroom. “You need to leave.”
Giselle slips her hand from mine just inside Hunter’s bedroom. “Do you honestly think that they’ll be satisfied with you? You think you’re enough?”
The doubts are getting louder.
“I—”
Giselle cuts me off. “Let me give it to you straight. As soon as they lose interest, they’ll kick you to the curb. I’ve seen it happen many times before.”
“No.”
My response is more for myself than it is for her.
Giselle’s eyes turn predatory. “They don’t actually love you,” she sneers.
She can’t be right. I don’t want her to be. But what if she is? What if her claims have merit? I don’t know if I could handle it.
Heavy footsteps echo through the penthouse, closing in on us. Hunter charges into his bedroom. His face is full of fury.
“What the fuck are you doing here, Giselle?” Hunter booms.
I know he isn’t talking to me, but something in his voice ignites my fight or flight response.
This time, my body chooses flight.
“Savannah, wait!” Hunter hollers as I sprint for the exit.
I pass by Hollis Kane just outside Hunter’s bedroom. “Savannah, what’s—” But I don’t stop to talk.
I make it to the elevator, and thankfully, the car is there waiting for me. Pressing the button for the lobby rather than the parking garage, I bounce on the balls of my feet.
“Savannah! Stop!”
My head snaps up, and I find Hunter barreling right for me. He’s less than five feet away when the doors begin to close.When they come together, I hear a loud bang on the other side, and I assume it’s Hunter releasing his frustration.
Shifting my weight from side to side, I watch as the number gets smaller, letting me know I’m almost out of here.
With a ding, the metal barriers part, and I’m off. Pushing through the glass door, the cold hits me in the face, and I’m reminded that I left my coat on the couch upstairs.
Oh well. Can’t go back for it now.
Because it’s Christmas Eve, the street is practically empty. The night sky casts a dark shadow over the city, but lamp posts light my way.
As I run toward the street corner, I hear someone call my name.
“Savannah!”
