THEA
The click of heels echoes off the bathroom walls.
I freeze.
Voices filter in just before the door clicks open and shut.
“... thing she did with his uncle?” one of them says, and I swear the air leaves my lungs.
“Harrington blood always attracts the same kind of woman.” Another woman replies with a chuckle.
They laugh.
And I don't even need someone to tell me that they are talking about me.
Fuck Ezra.
My pulse slams against my ears.
Mr Dominic.
They’re talking about him. Ezra’s uncle. My former boss.
And me.
My mouth goes dry. My jaw tightens. I can barely breathe through the rage threading its way up my throat. I ball my fists against my knees, praying for them to leave.
I hear the sound of water hitting the sink before it stops.
Then—
“This lip gloss makes the red po
