Cairo pulled out his phone and handed it to me.Arch had made a group chat between all the guys in The Crew except for Calix, intentionally leaving him out for some odd reason.Surprisingbecause he didn’t have a filter.
Arch: Don’t worry about Hellcat not being pregnant.
Arch: I took care of that last night.
That motherfuck?—
Frasier: Beat you to it.
Rush: Ha, sure.
Warmth spread throughout my body, my cheeks flushing.I bit back a chuckle.
Before I could respond, my phone buzzed on the console between us.
Frasier: Morning, babe.<3
Cairo raised an eyebrow, though I couldn’t tell his emotions.“Frasier, huh?”
“Don’t start,” I muttered, feeling my cheeks heat even more.
“You’re blushing,” he noted, hand tightening around the steering wheel.“For him?”
I hesitated as the weight of the past twenty-four hours came crashing down on my shoulders.Between the rumor, fucking Rush, Calix and Mira, Frasier telling me that he loved me, and then how Arch had reacted this morning … I was confused.
And in desperate need to tell someone.
“Frasier told me that he loved me last night,” I blurted out.
Cairo’s soft smile faded and was replaced by something … darker.“Oh, yeah?”
“And …” I shrugged, a small smile crawling onto my face.“I don’t know.”
Cairo leaned back in his seat, jaw tightening.“And you said it back?”
“Maybe.Why?”
“Because … you know Frasier’s reputation.”
I opened my mouth to respond, but Mira’s car caught my attention, rolling past Dunkin’ with her windows tinted but the speed slow as fuck, so I knew she was watching me.I didn’t know what her problem was.
If she wanted Calix—my hands tightened into fists—then she could have him.
I glanced down at my phone, not wanting to respond to Cairo right now because I knew about Frasier’s reputation and I still had feelings for him.I had feelings for all of them, yet I couldn’t tell them.Sleeping with five different guys was different than loving them.
My phone buzzed again, but this time, it wasn’t Frasier.It was Diya.
Diya: Astrid.
Diya: I need you.
Diya: Please, come now.
My stomach dropped.
“What’s wrong?”Cairo asked, sitting up straighter.
“It’s Diya,” I said, already opening the car door and running to my car.“Something’s wrong.”
