Chapter 207

• Screw him. Screw Carrero and his stubborn, arrogant, dick-faced attitude! Screw him and his whores and playboy fucking lifestyle.
• “Don’t worry, I’m going to bed, but it’s not yours, asshole.” I almost crack my screen with the force of hanging up. I storm through the kitchen to get water for my suddenly sand-dry throat. My hands are shaking, and I’m vibrating with anger. This is so stupid, so goddamn over-the-top dramatic, even for him. My phone rings again, Jake’s name flashing like a red flag on my screen, and the urge to hang up bites at me. I pick it up and hesitate but then answer, rage consuming me.
• “Whose bed exactly are you climbing into?” His venomous, slurring, jealousy-fueled, erratic response winds me.