Page 72 of Carnal Games

Selecting an outfit for the office, a pair of blue denim jeans and a light purple shirt with sparkling buttons, I dress quietly. Pinning my hair in a high ponytail after blow-drying, I get out.

On the bed, my phone buzzes.

Picking it up, I see a text in the group chat with my best friends. Since it’s early in the morning, it must be from Bianca, who’s an early riser like me.

BEE: How did it go?

I decide to go with the truth.

ME: He sent a minion to lie that he wasn’t at the club.

BEE: Are we talking about the same Kian?

BEE: Isn’t he supposed to be big, mean, and scary? Yet here he is scared of an interview.

ROSA: He’s a sissy.

ROSA: No! A pussy!

ROSA: Damn autocorrect.

I blink twice to double-check I’m reading Rosalie’s name.

BEE: Oh shit! Someone hacked Ro’s phone.

ROSA: Ha. Ha.

ME: Have me moved to a different planet where the sun rises from the opposite side?

ROSA: You guys are putting me back to sleep with bad jokes.

ME: Seriously, why are you up?

ROSA: My hubby is a sight to behold boxing in the gym. I try to be a good cheerleader.

ROSA: Back to the topic. Sneak into the club again tonight, Iris.

Just so he can kick me out again? I’m not sure my pride can take another hit.

ME: He’ll avoid me again.

ROSA: He fired Tasha.

ME: What?!!

BEE: Now that sounds like the Kian I know.

Oh gosh! Poor girl. And it’s all my fault.

ROSA: You gotta go back, sexpot. Justice for Tasha!

BEE: She’s right. Can’t let him win.

How, though? Tasha doesn’t work there anymore.

ME: I’m not so sure.

ROSA: Then walk up to his apartment and demand an interview. Keep banging on his door until he says yes.

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