Chapter Twenty
I can hear Zenny’s breath trembling over the phone. “This is for me?”
“It’s for you,” I confirm. I pin my phone between my shoulder and my ear and glance around the dull-ass country club. Valdman is supposed to meet me here, and I’ve encountered several Valdman-like men, paunchy and white and entitled, but no actual Valdman. Just lots of polo shirts and huffing laughter.
“Sean, I…this is beautiful. Thank you.”
I scrub at my perfect hair in frustration. I was supposed to be there right now, I was supposed to be there with Zenny surprising her with the gorgeous gown I bought for her, helping her change into it, dropping teasing hints about when I’d peel the dress back off her body. I’d made big f*****g plans about every detail of tonight—Zenny hadn’t even known I wa
