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Wilder laughs loudly. The sound splinters into my chest.

“Morgan doesn’t like me.” He laughs again. “She can’t fucking stand me.”

“Yeah, yeah, you’re right,” Hannah says quickly. “I was thinking of someone else. I just can’t believe she doesn’t like you.”

Silence.

“I like you,” she says in that breathy voice again.

“Well, babe”—his voice sounds rough, raspy—“why don’t you get down on your knees and show me exactly how much you like me?”

Finally, my legs move. I stumble away, quickly heading for the stairs.

I rush out of the party. I don’t wait to tell Joely that I’m leaving. She’d know something was wrong, and I really don’t want to tell her what just happened. Because I know she’ll be furious with Hannah, and I don’t want to be the reason that they fall out. Also, we have to live with Hannah for the next year.

God, I have to live with Hannah for the next year.

What if she starts dating Wilder?

I shut my eyes and take a deep breath. I don’t want to think of that right now. I’ll deal with it if and when the time comes.

I pull my cell from my pocket and call for a cab. Then, I text Joely to say that I’m not feeling well and that I’m heading home.

I walk a little ways down the street, away from the party, and lean back against a wall of a neighboring house.

“Morgan doesn’t like me. She can’t fucking stand me.”

The sound of Wilder’s words and his laughter ricochet through my mind.

He thinks I don’t like him. He should think that because that’s what I spent the last year ensuring he would think.

And I was right to do so. Because he’s an asshole.

Hating Wilder is the only line of defense that I have left now.

Because I’ve been lying to myself for a long time.

I don’t have a crush on Wilder.

I’m in love with him.

And loving someone like Wilder Cross is pointless and a surefire way to get a broken heart for a girl like me.

If he hasn’t broken it already.

Morgan and I spent a few hours at the factory this morning with Niran, going over a few final details and signing some paperwork, and then we were done. Afterward, he insisted we use his driver for the rest of the day to go sightseeing.

So, Morgan and I are in Niran’s limousine with plenty of time for sightseeing.

That means, I get Morgan all to myself for the rest of the day.

She’s seemingly back to normal today after her weird moment last night.

Seriously though, I do not understand women at all. They get bent out of shape over the smallest of things.

But then it’s not Morgan’s head that I want to get into. I just want in her panties.

Charmer—that, I am.