The fact of the matter was that I had no right to be mad at Joel, but I was. I honestly believed that he had no idea I worked for Gigi, especially after hearing what Richard thought. When you get alcohol involved, you forget what logically makes sense and what you want to believe. They are two very different things.
I started walking faster, knowing that Joel wasn’t following far behind me. I told him to pay the bartender, hoping that I could put enough distance between us that would allow me to get back to the apartment before he caught up to me. It almost worked as I was at the apartment door, turning the key in the keyhole, when I heard him sneaking up behind me.
“Eve!” Joel raised his voice.
When I turned around, Joel was staring at me like a predator did. It was all about the hunt
