Grant lets out a loud snort. “I did no such…” He trails off and swings his fiery gaze at me.
I feel like I’m being seared by the laser of death. I clear my throat. “It was on the calendar. There were two hearts next to her name.”
“Only two? I’m worth more!” Yvette says.
“No, you aren’t, because you weren’t going to last more than two months,” Grant says.
My jaw slackens. The hearts mean how many months he’s planning on dating the person? Holy… What a dickhead rating system!
Part of me vaguely wonders how many were after my name, but I shake off the pointless curiosity. It doesn’t matter, since I left him first.
“What’swrongwith you?” Yvette says.
“Nothing. It’s all you.”
“Me? What’s wrong withme?”
He looks at her like he can’t believe it has to be said. “Everything!”
“Likewhat?” she yells, shaking with rage.
“Your face. Your voice. Your brain—or lack thereof!”
Yvette blinks. She looks at me as though she’s expecting some backup, but I’m not getting involved in this.
“At least I have a nice body!” Yvette shouts.
Grant shrugs. “I’ve seen better.”
Wow. His callousness is stunning, but not unexpected. He’s just that kind of person. I lucked out when I discovered it back in college. If I’d stayed with him longer, I might’ve lost all pride and sanity—like Yvette—and ended up screaming about why he should still like me while sprawled on his office floor.
Grant turns his fury in my direction. “Check with me before you send any more gifts!”
Should’ve expected him to blame me. “Got it.”
“And get her out of here. Permanently.” He gestures at Yvette like she’s trash soiling his office.
“Okay.” I help her up gently. “Come on.”
She barely resists. Actually, she’s probably too stunned to do anything but meekly follow me out. “He issucha dick!”
I don’t say anything, especially since everyone’s holding their breath to hear my answer. Larry probably has his phone out to record me.
Silently agreeing with her, I merely gesture at the rips on her dress. “Do you need something to cover yourself up?”
She glances down. “Let ’em look. I have a toned body.”
I escort her to the elevator bank. “Here you go. And sorry about the flowers. I didn’t realize.”
“No, honey, it’s fine.” She leans in. “When you’re ready to fuck him over, you let me know, okay? I’ll be there to record everything. Shit’s gonna go viral.”
I nod to placate her. “You’ll be the first person I call.”
Chapter Thirty-Five
Grant
“Hey, bro, what the hell?”
