Chapter 39
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Maverick called. Texted. Multiple times. Thirty-seven, to be exact, before I blocked his number. I didn’t want to hear what he had to say. Any of it. The lies. The excuses. The Sorry, baby, but you were fun for the weekend. Be a good girl and fuck off now.
I gave my phone to Lindy so I didn’t search the internet for him.
My laptop, too. I cried through the rest of Sunday.
Monday, I didn’t go to work. What was the point?
I hadn’t showered and didn’t plan to. I hadn’t slept.
I wasn’t going to be productive and the only thing I was needed for was to be a human calculator.
“Go to HR with Maverick’s sex quiz. File a complaint.
Sue,” Lindy had advised, in one of her angry, spiteful moments.
She brought me a cup of coffee in bed and I pulled the blanket back at the dark aroma.
She and Mallory had been following the gossip columns for any change in the information, that Mav had gone to them and told them it was all wrong.
That he wasn’t marrying a Denver socialite on Saturday.
But he hadn’t. And that meant I didn’t want anything to do with him.
I was angry too, alternating between fits of crying and stomping around the house in bouts of rage. Then I’d climb back in bed and throw my covers over my head.
I shook my head, laying on my side, not interested in the coffee or anything else.
“I’d have to talk to people about him. Tell them how much of a dupe I was.
They’d no doubt look me up and see I have a track record of being a dumbass.
Not only that, I’d probably be pulled into meetings or legal things with him present.
I don’t want to face him. I don’t want to look at him. Hear his voice. I… I can’t.”
I pulled the pillow over my head and started to cry. Through my tears, I heard Lindy shut the door.