Sinful Rewards 7 by Cynthia Sax

Author:Cynthia Sax
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: HarperCollins

Chapter Seven

OTHER THAN THE security guard sleeping behind the front desk, I don’t see anyone else as I return to the condo, the luxurious common areas as eerily vacant as Nicolas’s penthouse. A month ago, I wouldn’t have noticed the silence. I was accustomed to being alone. Now, I miss the rumble of Hawke’s voice and the action at the Road Gator.

He’s changed me.

I gaze at my image in the mirrored elevator walls and realize how big of a transformation I’ve undergone. The damp strands of my hair are stuck stubbornly to my skull, my helmet head horrendous, horribly ugly, and part of me doesn’t care.

Why? Because Hawke has seen me in worse shape and still wants me.

I want him also, desperately, and I’m considering acting on this desire, putting my need for his companionship before my need for security.

That’s fucked-up.

I exit the elevator and march along the hallway, my ballerina flats soundless on the lush red carpet. My hideous footwear is another sign that I’ve lost it. I have designer heels in my closet. Did I wear them? No. I wore no-name shoes, merely on the wild chance that Hawke would give me a ride on his bike.

I wave my passcard over the sensor, swing the door open, step inside the condo, and nearly keel over from the emotional sucker punch to the gut. My ugly green plastic storage boxes are stacked by the entrance, the message clear.

I’m being evicted.

Shit. I thought I’d have at least one more day. I thought . . . oh God . . . I don’t know what I thought, craziness. A small part of me entertained the insane idea that this time it would be different, that I would be worthy.

Rustling comes from Cyndi’s room, her door closed.

Nicolas was right, damn him. My best friend is unable to face me, unable to admit that she chose her dear daddy’s wishes over our friendship. She’s turning her back on me as my friends in high school had, abandoning me.

“How long do I have to pack my stuff?” I call, my voice sharp with a disappointment I have no right to express. Cyndi’s dad is her boss. He pays her bills, provides this condo for her to live in, owns the car she drives. If he wants me evicted, Cyndi has to comply.

But she doesn’t have to end our friendship, a voice inside me argues. That is her decision.

“Mr. Wynters is changing the locks tomorrow night, seven o’clock,” Cyndi answers, her words muffled.

I stare at the closed door. She never addresses her dad by his last name.

“I want us to be out of here by then,” she adds.

She wants us to be out of here. Plural. “You’re leaving, too?” Is she moving back home?

The door opens. “Of course.” Cyndi’s breezy reply would be more believable if her eyes weren’t redder than the soles of my Louboutin heels. My best friend is normally an irritatingly pretty crier. That she’s a mess means she’s been crying for hours.

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