Total pages in book: 153
Estimated words: 154595 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 773(@200wpm)___ 618(@250wpm)___ 515(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 154595 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 773(@200wpm)___ 618(@250wpm)___ 515(@300wpm)
Jenner: Immy’s really mad at me for some reason. She said she’s coming to live with you. Can you get her to calm down?
Okay, this was good. A distraction. She cleaned herself up, washed her hands and hid in the bottom of the shower cubicle. She dried it first. She didn’t need a wet butt on top of everything else.
Maeve: What did you do, Jenner?
Jenner: Nothing. I just woke up and she was like this.
Maeve buried her face in her hands.
Her phone buzzed.
Immy: I can’t do this anymore. He’s never going to see me.
Maeve: You deserve someone who will see you. You are amazing. And you’ll find someone who isn’t an idiot.
Immy: You’re right.
Maeve: But don’t give up a job you love for it. And remember, Sampson, Isaiah, and Abe are there too.
Immy: Yeah. But Abe is being a bit odd. Isaiah keeps disappearing and Sampson is always on his phone. Guess I’m kind of lonely. I’ll get over it. Sure I can’t kill him, though?
Maeve: I’m sure. But if you put salt in his coffee and slime in his bed I wouldn’t blame you.
Immy: Love you.
Maeve: You too.
She went back to her messages with Jenner. It wasn’t exactly his fault. But she wished he could see how amazing Immy was. But he saw a little sister, not a love interest. Still . . .
Maeve: I’ve sorted it. But you don’t deserve Immy.
Jenner: I know, we’d be lost without her. She’s the best assistant ever.
Maeve shook her head and texted Isaiah. He was the most reasonable of the four of them.
Maeve: I just stopped Immy from quitting and leaving you guys.
Isaiah: Got it.
Okay, that was short. Even for him. She shook off their weirdness. She didn’t know how Immy put up with them. She’d have walked out on them ages ago. Although that didn’t mean she didn’t love them.
Finally, she opened the text from Gray.
Gray: How are the cramps?
She blushed. Why? Why had she told him that? Now, she was stuck in a spiral of lies.
Gray: Do you need anything?
Why was he sending her these texts? Oh God, did he suspect she was lying and that’s why he was sending them? To make her feel guilty and confess.
Lord, that was just evil.
She was going to change his nickname from Grumpy Bear to Evil Grumpy Bear.
Nope. Not good.
Maeve: No. Why? What do you know?
Gray: I know a lot of things. But what do you think I know?
Crap. He was definitely onto her.
Maeve: Nothing. Gotta go. Got to pee.
She winced. That was terrible.
Gray: Maeve, what’s wrong?
Maeve: Nothing, sorry. Just busy with work.
Gray: Right. See you tomorrow night.
Maeve: Good. Bye!
She groaned and pulled her legs up to her chest. What was she going to do?
Wait. He was coming over tomorrow night? But her period wouldn’t be over by then.
“Maeve, you don’t have your period. What you do have is some weird sort of stalker. What are you going to do?”
Okay, she needed to chill out and think. It wasn’t exactly a threat, right? Except she knew it really was. Because a normal person wouldn’t send flowers and a note like that, right?
They’d just approach her.
Unless they were shy. Perhaps that was it. Maybe it was that guy downstairs, who spent all his time gaming and never remembered to shower.
Except, he didn’t know she was alive. Even though she’d brought him some cookies when she’d first started living here. He’d just opened the door, snatched the cookies out of her hand, then shut the door. All without looking at her.
Sometimes people could be so rude.
Perhaps it was time to leave. She’d been here for two months now. Sure, she quite liked it and she’d been considering staying longer. But if some creepo was watching her . . .
But she didn’t want to.
The idea of leaving Gray made her feel ill.
Perhaps she just needed somewhere else to live
Right. That made her feel better. She’d move.
Finally, she managed to find the courage to leave the shower and tidy up. Everything would be fine. She could stick around and be safe. It wasn’t like this person had said they’d hurt her.
Yep, she’d be just fine.
17
Gray damn near had a bounce in his step as he moved up to the door of Maeve’s building. It was late, so the front door was locked. He hit her name to get her to buzz him in.
Maeve had been acting a bit odd during their text conversations. But what did he know? He didn’t like to text anyway. Maybe she was the same. Or perhaps she was just stressed with work or her period.
You probably should have checked up on her before now, asshole.
He didn’t know when her period would end. But he didn’t care anyway. He just wanted to see her.
He didn’t give a damn if he couldn’t fuck her.
Shit. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. He really didn’t care if he couldn’t fuck her.