7
“No freaking thanks.”
I coldly pulled my hand away: “I’m busy. Have
fun.”
I tried to leave, but Liam stopped me again: “What do you have to do?”
He was acting like he freaking owned me.
Five years ago, he freaking asked me about the test, like he freaking owned me.
I was pissed: “Why do you freaking care?” He froze, then his face darkened: “Riley freaking Jones, five years and you’re acting like a freaking queen? You didn’t even say hello, and you’re acting like a freaking bitch? I didn’t say anything when you freaking left, do you freaking know what I…”
“Riley, we always thought of you as a freaking friend. I thought you did too. I can’t believe
you transferred and didn’t even tell us.
Reynolds and I were really freaking sad.”
Brittany smoothly cut Liam off.
She sounded sad, but her freaking agenda
was clear.
Liam stood next to her, looking sad and
く
disappointed.
Right when I needed to escape, a voice cut
through the crap:
“Riley freaking Jones, come freaking over
here.”
A voice like freaking gravel, dripping with freaking annoyance.
It was my freaking boss.
Everyone looked at him. He leaned against
the freaking door frame.
He was freaking hot, but he was freaking
arrogant.
“You okay, Mr. Lane?”
The girl who called my purse a fake freaking A–bomb was talking.
Mr. Lane didn’t look at her. He walked up to
me: “Are you a freaking turtle? Why do you freaking hide?”
||
“Even pigs talk. What, you have no freaking
mouth?”
He looked pissed.
Liam frowned: “Who the freaking hell are
you? What right do you have to talk to her
like that?”
“I pay her, what do you think?”
The comment was a little freaking dirty. Liam freaking paled.
So did everyone else.
Mr. Lane’s sister gasped: “Mr. Lane, is she
your freaking girlfriend? Did you buy that bag for her? So she’s not carrying a fake?”
Not a freaking fake?
I froze.
Mr. Lane gave his sister a cold look: “Wendy
freaking Lane, should I buy you a freaking
megaphone? You could be louder.”
Mr. Lane hated everyone, even his sister.
He pulled me away.
I didn’t see the darkness flitting across Liam’s
<
face.
He wanted to follow, but Brittany held him
back: “It’s my freaking birthday, can you
freaking stay? You’re embarrassing me.”
8
Too many people were freaking stuck on the freaking mountain, and every hotel was freaking booked.
I didn’t want to freaking stay in the
presidential suite, so I was planning to stay in
the freaking lobby.
But Mr. Lane came.
When I walked into the presidential suite, I
almost choked.
“Mr. Lane, what are you doing here?”
He took off his suit freaking jacket. “Can’t I
freaking be here?”
If he was here, why did he make me deliver
freaking documents?
And the freaking partners said he had a trial
