Chapter 32

• She blew out a loud breath, silently staring at Haddie. She knew Haddie meant well, but at the same time, she didn’t need her hand held like a child. She was mad at Haddie. Mad at Nicholas for being here with that bimbo. Mad at him for waltzing up to her and taking hold as if she belonged to him. Mad at him for making her want him so badly her insides were burning. Her contemplative silence settled over them.
• “Don’t be mad, Ry. I’m sorry. I was doing it from a good place.” Haddie bit her bottom lip, pouting at her, knowing Annabelle could never stay mad at her for any period of time. She smiled softly, effectively forgiving her.
• Annabelle sagged back against the wall and closed her eyes, listening to the cheering of the crowd at something the MC said. The question rattling around in her brain came to the forefront. “Who’s his plus one?” She asked, referring to the blonde. Was she one of his arrangements? Someone he picked up in the club? Why was he kissing her if he was telling her he wanted her? Did he not ask her because she wasn't enough—pretty enough, sexy enough, glamorous enough—to be on his arm in public?