Chapter Sixteen
Ransom
AFTER TIFFANY LEFT, I was so pissed off at Remy, I wanted to throttle her.
“Good going,” I snapped, grabbing my bottle from the end table. “Now she thinks I’m lying.”
“Oh, and you’re not?” she asked, folding her arms under her chest.
I glared at her. “No. For your information, I had nothing to do with that. Yeah, fine, I did go to the salon to try and talk her out of the contest, but I did not call the press.”
Her cell phone started ringing. She pulled it out of her purse, and stared at the phone. “It’s Taylor again. Look, just leave Tiffany alone, Ransom. You have no business putting the moves on my best friend. I won’t have you hurting her.”
“I’m not out to hurt her,” I said, gritting my teeth.
“Christ, Ransom, face it, you hurt everyone. It’s in your natur
