Page 76 of One More Bad Boy

- Chapter Twenty-Four -

Amina

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“What do you, mean he’sgone?” I asked Farrah.

The secretary scrolled through her computer on her desk. “He asked me to book him a flight and a car.”

“A flight to where?”

“Vegas. I was going to ask him why he was going, but he was so pissed off he was a little scary.”

It was taking me a minute to register all of this. I pulled out my phone and began to dial. It rang and rang. Bach didn’t answer. Shaking my head, I re-dialed. I started to pace the waiting area as I listened to the incessant ringing. Why would he run off to Vegas? What was happening, what wasn’t he telling me?

The line clicked. “Hello?” Bach sounded like he'd been gargling with rocks.

“Where are you?” I blurted.

“It doesn’t matter. Don’t waste time calling me again.”

“What? Bach, what’s going on, did I do something wrong?”

I heard him inhale sharply on the line. He was quiet for so long that I thought the call had dropped somehow. “Yes,” he whispered. “You did something extremely terrible.”

My body went cold. “What?”

“You offered me something that you weren't supposed to. You made me feel something, taunted me with something, and then you took it away.”

The pain in his voice eroded my heart. “Tell me what’s going on. Don’t hang up, I want to talk to you.”

“Talking is pointless.” He chuckled dryly. “I tried talking and that didn’t fix anything. I’m losing everything. It’s over. Why did I ever think I could be as perfect as him?” The line clicked, signaling he'd hung up.

I pressed the phone to my ear like I could hear him with the distance between us. “Bach? Bach! Dammit.” Facing Farrah, I shook my head frustration. “He wouldn’t tell me where he was or what was going on. I need to see him, this is bad.”

She chewed on her bottom lip, messing up her perfect red lipstick. “I can tell you where he is. I booked his hotel.”

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