Don't know, man. Give it another half hour? You're already there in Manhattan, and everything's good here.
Me
Fine, but if he's not here by then, I'm leaving.
Chapter Thirty-Seven
LOLA
It is hard to breathe,and my throat is closing over as my pulse pounds hard.
Shit.
I'm glad that Enzo has stepped out to do God only knows what. But it doesn't stop the panic or the ache inside, and it doesn't stop the anger at myself.
For giving over my initial hate of Enzo to lust and mistaking it for genuine feelings.
I hover at the edge of reason, at least for the moment, and I'm cut free, bobbing on uncertainty with paranoia breathing down my neck, bringing with it a slew of what-ifs.
"Don't you think, Lola?"
Lyndall's voice drags me out of my thoughts, and I smile at her, forcing the curve of my lips.
"Sorry, I was thinking about work."
The girl rolls her eyes. "Work? Boring."
"Leave poor Lola alone, kid."
Enzo's friend, Cade, is here.
He ruffles her hair, and she playfully swats him away. Andyes, I see why Lyndall had a crush on him. He is cute and sweet, and he treats her like an equal.
Beyond that crush, they are comfy with each other.
She might trust him, but I don't.
I don't think I trust any single one of Enzo's friends.
Enzo...with all those photos. The ability to spy on me. Does that mean all of these guys who are in the hacking world with him have seen me? Naked?
My stomach turns.
I didn't see anything of me and Alex, which would have let me see him, but clearly, he got into my system.
Enzo would have seen, right?
Suddenly, anger flares, scorching me.
Enzo couldn't even include a photo of Alex.
I take a breath. I'm focusing on the wrong thing.
All these men, though. Have they seen me naked?
Do they all stalk as a group?
But isn't Cade married? I glance over, and his ring glints in the light coming in from the kitchen window, and right now Lyndall is asking after Vi, his wife.
