chapter 17

Harley

Okay, I’m utterly confused. And pissed, I’m fucking pissed.

I thought he was into me, then he snubs me all week, and then that?! What the fuck was that?!

I have no idea what Erik whispered into my ear, but it rattled the crap out of me. If he’s playing games, I’m out. I don’t do games. I don’t care how unbelievably hot, and smart, and charming he is, I won’t be someone’s plaything.

After I got a cab home Sam and Vanessa came over for pre drinks. We sit at my kitchen island and I pour us all a margarita slushie from my blender. We have ten minutes before we are going to be officially late.

“So, are we going to talk about the elephant in the room?” Vanessa watches me for any hint of a tell.

“What elephant?” I feign ignorance.

“Uh, the hot Viking eye fucking you all bloody week? Duh.”

“Harley?” Sam eyes me. “Spill the tea girly.”

I take a breath. “I’m going to break it off with John. I was hoping to do it last week, but I chicken