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I was ready for this to be over and I wasn’t fucking waiting until Wednesday either. This started now. The minute the guys got here I’d strike.
It was simple either they did as they were told or suffer the consequences.
I wanted a confession out of Bailey and I was going to fucking get one.
Chapter 19
Lyssa
Icouldn’t take it anymore. I had to see Carla.
I had to talk to someone I could reason with. No point telling Dad what had happened with Frankie, because he couldn’t really be thinking straight. It was crazy for him to think that he could take care of our situation as he thought he could.
I had heard it for myself. Frankie wanted me.
That was what he wanted, not the money.
Me for one night, or me forever if I failed to pay off the debt.
As usual Carla was in her office, but there was a guy in there with her.
They both saw me when I walked up to the door. I’d thought to turn back, not wanting to interrupt, but it was too late.
“Hey,” Carla bubbled when she saw me. She was beaming ear to ear with a radiant smile that made her eyes sparkle and her skin look even more glowy.
“Hi, sorry I didn’t know you were busy.” It was the one thing with this passage way that when you turned the corner the door was situated in a way that you couldn’t see inside until you got right up to it. It had to do with the door being on the opposite side to where it should be.
“No apologies needed.” Carla giggled. “This is Sean.”
“Hi, pleased to meet you.” Sean said moving to shake my hand.
“Great to meet you too.” I replied putting on that mask of mine. The one I’d bring out when I was desperately unhappy.
He moved back to Carla and smiled. From the way he was looking at her it was evident that he shared the same feelings for her. It made me happy to see her happy and with a guy that was into her.
He was just as gorgeous as Carla said. Tall military type with dark blonde hair and muscles on top of muscles. A hundred percent Carla’s type. He couldn’t have been more perfect in description than if she’d made him herself. It seemed too that he had the personality that was perfect for her. He was standing with an air of confidence fitting to a man that was sure of himself, just like my Gio.
My Gio …
If I was thinking of him as mine why the hell had I contemplated sleeping with Frankie. I was disgusted with myself; completely disgusted.
Tears pulled at the backs of my eyes, but I staved them off and looked at the lovely couple before me.
Carla looked at me and I noted that she could tell something was up with me.
She always knew.
“Babe, can I meet you at the restaurant in an hour?” she asked Sean.
“Of course.” Sean nodded lowering to give her a quick kiss.
With one last smile he left us. “He seems wonderful.” I told her.
Damn it, the tears had started streaming down my cheeks. They weren’t stopping and coming fast.
Carla got up and grabbed the Kleenex. She came over to me and dabbed my cheeks gently. Closing the door behind us as she took my hand to usher me over to the chairs.
When she sat me down, she pulled me into her arms where I cried. I was crying so hard by this time I didn’t know if I would be able to stop myself. I didn’t know if it was possible to stop with the way I felt.
