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Should she go over there and bang on the door?
Did she really want to confront him while he was in the middle of doing God knew what with those skanks?
She made her way back to the couch and flopped down onto it.
No, she would wait.
She would approach this like an adult.
Settling back on the couch, she willed herself not to cry. She’d be damned if he would cause her to cry.
In the back of her mind, it all seemed too good to be true. London Keith dating someone like herself? They were complete opposites.
Those women who followed him into the apartment looked as if they had just strolled off the runway.
There was no way a short, chubby girl with glasses could compete with them.
She was lucky she had that first night that turned into an entire weekend. She’d gotten more than she bargained for.
But did it have to hurt so damn bad? Her eyes grew blurry from unshed tears.
Dammit, she would not cry.
She swiped angrily at her eyes and breathed deeply, in and out. There was no use in crying.
Alana knew the type of man London was. He was who he was, and probably grew bored of the quiet life with her.
There was no changing a man. She knew better, and now felt stupid to think that he would want to be in an actual relationship with her.
She had basically given him what he wanted.
A good fuck buddy who lived across the hall.
Pushing off the couch, she walked into her bedroom and stripped off the dress. That was a wasted purchase.
Diving into the bed in only her undies, she snuggled under her blanket, feeling crushed and betrayed.
He’d introduced her to his clients as his lady.
Did that truly mean anything to him?
Or was that some term men threw out casually?
London dialed Alana’s number for the fifth time, all his calls going to voicemail. He wasn’t sure what was going on. She should’ve been back from Chicago by now. She’d said Friday, so did something change?
Why wouldn’t she have called him when she got home?
He leaned back on the chaise on the veranda of his mansion. It was a beautiful night, and he was waiting for her to call to let him know when she was back in Cleveland.
He wanted to scoop her up and bring her to his home.
After the week he’d had, he just wanted to relax and enjoy some peace and quiet.
Resting his phone on his lap, he reached for his glass of bourbon and took a sip as he stared off at the landscape. Time spent out here would be perfect if Alana were here.
He took another sip of his drink, the amber liquid burning on its way down.
“Where are you, Alana?” he murmured.
