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“You’re the one who beat up our old landlord, right?” Naomi smiles in appreciation.
Parker glances at me before saying in a low voice, which means it’s only for my ears, “I didn’t do much to him. Mr. Middleton dealt with him personally.”
I blink.
Really?
However, Parker doesn’t offer more than that, putting the boxes on the coffee table.
“That’s definitely a dress box,” Naomi points out, glancing at me. “Why don’t you open it while I get Parker something to drink?”
“Oh, I’m not staying.“
“I’ll make you a coffee.” Naomi beams. “I make amazing coffee. Sit down. It won’t take long.”
Parker looks a little unsure as he watches Naomi hurry toward the kitchen. When he glances in my direction, I shrug my shoulders.
“Do what you want. She does make good coffee.”
I reach over and open the smallest box on top, and my heart nearly stops at the prism of lights reflecting off what’s inside.
“Please tell me those are fake.” I stare down at the diamond stud earrings cushioned in a red velvet cloud.
Parker looks away.
My heart is pounding in my chest as I open the next box, only to reveal a necklace with a similar design. It’s a beautiful 18k white gold chain with a stunning diamond pendant attached, and now I’m terrified to open the following two boxes.
The next box contains a pair of black stiletto heels, size 8. My size. I don’t recognize the brand, but they look expensive. However, when I open the dress box, I freeze.
It’s a black classy backless number with a low-cut neckline.
It’s beautiful.
And the box is from a renowned design house.
“I can’t wear this,” I say, holding it up against me.
“Sure you can,” Naomi calls over from the kitchen, having caught a glimpse of the dress. “You’ll be turning heads in it. It’s gorgeous.”
“It’s a good dress,” Parker says with an afterthought.
“Why is he sending me a dress and freakin’ diamonds?”
“He thought it would... I don’t know. I don’t speak for him.“
“Clearly,” I retort. “Where is he?” I carefully put the dress back in the box and glare at Parker.
“Upstairs.”
“I see.”
I walk over to the front door and march outside, ignoring Naomi’s calls. I don’t stop until the elevator opens in front of a large door that looks different from the front doors of all the other units in the building. It takes two loud raps for someone to answer.
But it’s not Hunter.
“Hi, is Mr. Middleton here?”
The dark-haired man stares at me blankly before his eyes gleam with laughter. “You must be Megan.”
