Total pages in book: 191
Estimated words: 182070 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 910(@200wpm)___ 728(@250wpm)___ 607(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 182070 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 910(@200wpm)___ 728(@250wpm)___ 607(@300wpm)
Me: I’d rather go back to Trevor’s if that’s all right. I really need to get some things done.
It wasn’t until half an hour later, while we were busy tearing up a pizza—while I noticed that the Aiden man ate three salads—that he messaged me back.
ZAC IS MY FAVORITE 2: Whatever you want darlin
* * *
I woke up in the middle of the night to get a glass of water and peeked out the front door.
I paused.
There were only two cars in the driveway: mine and CJ’s. A certain BMW was missing.
Back in my room, I texted Zac.
Me: Are you okay?
I waited an hour to get a response that never came.
Chapter Twenty-One
It was my cell phone ringing that woke me up the next morning.
Cranky and tired, I glared as an unknown New York number flashed across the screen as I held it up to my face with one eye closed.
Was it WatchTube?
“Hello?” I hoped I didn’t sound as tired as I felt. I’d forced myself to go back to sleep after an hour of waiting for Zac to text me back, and I’d tossed and turned all night, totally restless. The times I woke up enough, I’d checked my phone to see if I’d had new messages in my inbox.
But there hadn’t been shit. Just a couple emails and some social media notifications.
I’d been expecting a stranger, but that wasn’t what I heard. “Bianca, it’s Trevor. Where the hell is Zac?”
Both my eyes shot open even as that slightly disgusting feeling from the night before—at the reminder that his car hadn’t been out there last night—ballooned up all over again. Gross and thick and reckless.
And totally useless because who was I to get jealous over him? He was my friend, and that was the beginning and the end of it. I had never expected any different.
“I don’t know, Trev,” I answered him honestly.
Because I didn’t want to rat him out. I didn’t need details, but Trevor wouldn’t be calling me at… nine in the morning for no reason.
He must have believed me because he dove right into another question while I was still struggling with the fact he was calling me in the first place. To ask where Zac was. And how had he gotten my number? “When was the last time you heard from him?”
What was this? Who Wants to be a Billionaire?
“Last night. We spent some time with his friends, and then he came back, dropped me off, and said he was going to run some errands.” I’d checked a few news sites while I’d been up to make sure nothing had been posted about Zac being in an accident or something.
He huffed.
“Why? Did something happen?”
“I texted him last night, and he hasn’t responded.”
Welcome to the club. I rubbed my eyes with my wrist as more of that gross feeling welled inside of me. Jealousy, okay, it was fucking jealousy. I highly doubted he’d been in an accident. “Maybe he was just having too much fun?” That made me want to throw up, but I kept it to myself.
He snickered in a way that had me blinking up at the ceiling. At his ceiling. “We’re under crunch time, Bianca. If I text him, he needs to answer. He needs to be on his A game, not partying, getting his picture taken with random women at clubs—”
He’d gone to a club?
He stopped talking, and I was pretty sure it wasn’t because I gasped or anything. At least I hoped more than anything that I hadn’t made a sound. My lips were pressed tight for a reason. And what pictures was he talking about? How did he know there were women?
I’d figure it out later. Maybe.
No. No, I wouldn’t. Because it wasn’t my business.
Oh God, I really was nauseous. I just needed to keep it together a little longer. “Trevor? You there?”
There was a pause. Then I heard him sigh. “Bianca, look, kid, I like you, all right? I got a feeling about you, so I’m saying this because I don’t want you to lose that shine in your eye….”
I didn’t mean to say it, but I did it. “You’re scaring me.” Did he say… did he say he liked me? Just last night, Vanessa had told me all about how mean Trevor had been to her. How much neither one of them could stand each other and about how glad she was that he didn’t manage Aiden anymore.
I felt like there was more to this story, but I hadn’t gotten a chance to ask Zac about it.
So for him—who had never so much as even smiled at me, but he’d eaten my food—to say he liked me and didn’t want me to lose the shine in my eye?
I wasn’t going to like what he was about to say, and I knew it.