I froze, her words echoing in my mind like a crashing wave.
There was no way she was telling the truth. Why would Theron need a fake girlfriend if he already had a real one? I inhaled deeply, steadying myself before turning to face her.
“If you were really his girlfriend, you'd know he’s not here.”
Her eyes narrowed, her voice sharp. “And if he’s not here, then what are you doing here? And why the hell should I believe you?”
My patience frayed. Her arrogance was suffocating.
“Look,” I said, voice tight, “I don’t know who you are, but if you’re so eager to see Theron, maybe call him next time instead of sneaking into his penthouse like some obsessed stalker.”
She suddenly lunged, shoving me aside. “You’re not going in!”
I staggered back, catching myself before I hit the wall.
“Are y
