“Caily stop!” he gets to me, grabbing my arm.
“Don’t touch me!” I shout attracting the attention of two of his guards. I pull my hand away roughly and glare at him.
He glowers at them and they scurry away, leaving us with the doorman, who is minding his own business. I guess he is used to this.
My phone beeps with a message and I open it, glaring at him.
“What’s up gal?”
“Can you pick me up?” I type and send.
“Can you stop texting and talk to me?” Harley asks rudely. He is in some sweats. His upper body is bare and normally, this would be a turn on but it’s not. He is really disgusting.
I ignore him and focus on the message that has just popped up on my screen.
“ON MY WAY. ADDRESS?”
That’s Layla. She acts fast when any of us is in trouble. I know we grew apart with the girls but
