Page 48 of Rush
This world of money, privilege, and social climbing had poisoned me. Was I beyond saving?
“Miss Forsyth?”
“Yes, yes,” I said hastily as the woman named Khushi came back on the line.
“I’m sorry, but your card has been canceled,” she said apologetically. “You’re no longer listed as an account holder.”
“There must be some mistake…” I said, beginning to panic.
“I’m sorry, but I’m unable to give out any further information without the primary account holder’s authorization. Is the primary account holder with you?”
“No…” I muttered. “No, he’s away on business. Probably fucking some hussy as well.”
The horror of joint bank accounts. Hunter had access to my money, and I had access to his. He’d cut me off from what was mine, afraid I would transfer out all his money and leave him high and dry.Like I was that low.
“Bastard,” I cursed under my breath.
“Miss? I’m sorry, but I can’t give—”
“I know, I know,” I interrupted. “You can’t give out any information without the account holder’s permission.”
“Is there something else I can help you with?”
“No. No one can help me,” I said before hanging up.
Immediately dialing Hunter’s mobile number, I pressed my phone back to my ear and listened as each ring buzzed. I had no idea what time it was over in Dubai, but I hoped it was early. Real fucking early. He was about to cop an earful.
If I was in a more sound state of mind, I would probably have something to say about this being the first time I’d spoken to him since ‘the incident.’ In fact, the last time I’d seen him was when he’d stood in front of me, his semi-erect penis—bare, without a condom—still covered in the vagina juices of some brunette bimbo and asked me if I would be into an open marriage.
“Jade?”
Hunter’s voice echoed down the line, and my lip curled.Bastard. If his cheating wasn’t enough, he’d gone and taken everything else from me, too. My money, my home,my life. At least he hadn’t taken my job.
“It’s six a.m.?,” he said. “What do you want?” ?????
“Hunter,” I said. “You canceled my bank cards.”
“They’re my accounts,” he declared, sounding far too awake for my liking. “And if I’m not mistaken, we’re no longer engaged, so there’s no use for our finances to be tied together anymore. It’s smart business, Jade.”
“Smart business?” My mouth dropped open.
“Besides, it took you over a week to notice.”
“But all my money is in there!” I cried. “Mymoney frommyjob!”
“What can I say, Jade? I’ll sort it out when I get back.” He sounded distracted and completelywhateverabout all of this. “You’ll get your money.”
Hadn’t he cared about me at all? Had I been destined to be something pretty he could drape on his arm? Had he truly loved me at all?
“When will that be?” I demanded.
“My contract was extended,” he replied. “I’ll be here for another six weeks.”
“Six weeks!” I screeched. “But I need my money now. Can’t you do something?”
Voices hummed in the background. “Listen, Jade, I’m about to walk into a breakfast meeting. I’ll see you when I get back, okay?”
“No! Hunter, I need—”
