Chapter 8
Jameson
“I had to go,” she stammers.
“Why?”
“I needed to be at work early.”
“You didn’t think to wake me?” I snap. “You piss me off.”
“Don’t start your righteous s**t with me. I’ll leave when I f*****g want to.” The phone goes dead.
I inhale sharply; nobody hangs up on me.
Nobody.
I clench my jaw and throw my phone onto the couch. This woman is f*****g infuriating.
I walk into my office, open my laptop, and log in to my security footage. I take a seat as I wait for it to load. An image of my front door comes up, and I hit rewind and watch as it goes back in fast-forward. I catch sight of her leaving, and I stop the film. What time was it?
It was 3:58 a.m. She had to go to work early? Bullshit.
She waited for me to fall asleep and then immediately left. I sit back in m
