“Well, well, if it isn’t Astrid,” she murmured.“How’s the pregnancy?”
I balled my hands into tight fists.“It’s good.How’s yours?”
“I’m not pregnant,” she said, placing her hand on Calix’s thigh.“Not yet.”
Fury bubbled inside me, and I drew my tongue across my teeth, beckoning myself to not say anything mean, but I couldn’t handle it anymore.She had been nothing but rude to Diya and me since she had dated Calix.
“Sure looks like it,” I growled.
“Don’t be a fucking bitch.”
“Astrid,” Calix said, shoving Mira’s hand off his thigh, “it’s not what?—”
“Mmhmm,” I hummed.“Sure.”
“I swear to God,” Calix said.“You don’t believe me?”
Mira laughed from the passenger seat.“Relax, Astrid.I just wanted to talk.”
I nodded because I didn’t believe this bitch for one moment.
“You seem a little worked up though.Jealous?”
“You seem like a dumb little bitch,” I said between my teeth.Then I turned toward Calix and glared at him.“I just don’t appreciate being lied to.”
“I didn’t lie to you,” Calix said, jumping out of the car.“I didn’t know she’d be here.”
“So, you followed me here, and she followed you?”
“Yes.”
While I wanted to believe him, how could I?She was sitting in his car.If he hadn’t wanted her here, why had he invited her inside the car?Why had she felt like she could place her hand on his thigh like that?Not his knee.His thigh.
“Save it,” I growled.“I’m done.”
Without waiting for him to respond, I marched back to my car.Calix ran after me, calling my name and beckoning me to hear him out.But I had just spent the day being bullied by people at school over a rumor, had to comfort Diya for the past half hour over the pregnancy, now this?!I needed time to myself.
I climbed into the driver’s seat, shut the door, and locked the car before he had a chance to stop me.Then I started the engine and peeled out of the lot.My mind was spinning, my emotions a tangled mess.
If Calix wanted to play games, fine.I could play too.
Frasier’s place it was.
CHAPTERFIFTY-FOUR
ASTRID
“You walk so fast,”I murmured, breathing heavily.
Out of all the places that Frasier could’ve taken me, we ended up in the same place as last time—the middle of the forest.I still couldn’t wrap my head around him being a nature, hiking kinda guy, but this man was power-walking through the woods in front of me.
I had pushed Calix out of my mind—or at least, I had tried to.
“Forgot the pregnant lady is out of shape,” Frasier said, pausing for me.
“I am not out of shape,” I huffed.And I am not pregnant either.
The sound of waves crashing against the shore drifted through my ears, and I squinted my eyes, attempting to see through the woods at my darkening surroundings.While it wassupposedto get darker later, it was still dark so goddamn early.
