Chapter 91

  Great. Thanks Sarah.

  I’m seething internally.

  “She didn’t think I should know?” I thinly veil the venom in my voice. I can’t stand this wiry, curly-headed, out-of-work actor freeloading from my friend in our home. My voice is tight and haughty and holds nothing back of my dislike.

  “Why?” he responds belligerently, and I push down the urge to throw something at his head.

  “Because it’s half my apartment, and I pay half the bills,” I retort angrily, incensed at his nerve.

  “We kinda figured you would be moving out, seeing as you’re shacked up with your boss,” he smirks at me as his eyes do the usual route from my cleavage down to my ankles and slowly back up. He makes me sick. I’m beyond livid. Sarah knows that nothing is going on between me and Jake. I swallow the urge to slap him across his messy head, tightening my fingers into fists by my side while swallowing hard.

  Smarmy prick.