My stomach dropped. “Yes.” Fuck. “There is.”
“Were you aware of these transactions? If not, we can open an internal investigation, but since the co-holder is authorized?—”
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
“No, that’s okay,” I cut in quickly. “I’ll handle it privately. Could you send me the current balance?”
“Of course. Would you like me to stay on the line or email the statement?”
“Email’s fine,” I mumbled, swallowing hard against the knot in my throat.
He wouldn’t. He couldn’t have.
“We’ll send it shortly,” the man said before going through the polite routine of ending the call.
As soon as it disconnected, I searched for his number and hit dial. Straight to voicemail.Coincidence. He’s just busy.
I stared at the screen—this had to be a mistake.
Rubbing my knuckles under my nose, my thumb hovered over the call button again, hesitating. But then a text came through.
Creep
you know
That name hadn’t popped up on my phone in years. I’d gone back and forth between blocking and unblocking his number so many times I’d lost count. Before coming here, I’d unblocked it once more—just in case. And here he was.
I stared at the notification until it faded off my screen, my thumb twitching. The screen lit up again. Another message from him.
Curiosity won before common sense could stop me.
Creep
I really hate Henry for his ambush
I smiled to myself. At least that made two of us.
Me
he has a flair for the dramatic
can’t say I’m a fan of it either
Creep
I’m sorry for the freak-out
can we go back to the part where I’m ecstatic you’re here?
My cheeks hurt with how much that last line made me want to grin.Get a fucking grip on yourself.Still, I scrolled up once more, reread his message, and tried to ignore the way my pulse quickened at just seeing his name.
Me
you’re forgiven Sebastian
Creep
did you start classes already?
