Here’s the thing—it had been three days. Three. Whole. Days. And still, I got nothing but radio silence from Theodore.
My phone had been blowing up with calls from my mother (obviously), the Delacroix brothers, colleagues, and even the damn town mayor. But my boyfriend, the one who had oh-so-graciously declared he wanted me to clean up his image, was nowhere to be seen.
So, being the impulsive genius that I am, I decided to track him down myself.
"Well, well, if it isn’t the psychopathic girlfriend," drawled the blonde bombshell from the car accident, leaning casually against the reception desk. Her perfectly tailored suit and smug smirk screamed I’m better than you.
I raised an eyebrow. "What, he brings his side-pieces to work now?"
My stomach churned, though I kept my expression cal
