Harlot (Hush #2) by Mary Elizabeth

Author:Mary Elizabeth [Elizabeth, Mary]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B093B9BJ9G
Goodreads: 55530636
Publisher: #PrB.rating#4.5
Published: 2021-05-04T23:00:00+00:00

Things change very fast.

Security is upped significantly at the Ridge & Sons building. Instead of the single guard at the front entrance, there’re now multiple guards posted around the perimeter, in the parking garage, and a team who goes up and down the elevators all day. I’m forbidden from traveling anywhere alone, even home. Unless I want a security detail hanging out with me in the living room after my day is done, I have to spend my afternoons with Lydia and Talent at the office indefinitely.

The lack of privacy during the last week has been unnerving, but there has been one improvement. Lydia bought us cell phones. Not the boring, out-of-date burner phones we use for Hush, but actual smartphones with internet access and fun stuff like video calls and mobile games. And real emojis.

This is Lydia’s time to shine!

“Don’t ever use this for business,” she said a couple of days ago as she handed me a whole new world. “If you do, I’ll shatter it with a hammer.”

She claims the only reason she finally caved and put us on a real cell phone plan is because of the location services. Our phones are always tracking us. With the mafia lurking around, that’s one more level of protection we lacked before. A swipe of her thumb is all it takes for Lydia to see where I am twenty-four hours a day. We’re little green dots on a map.

Like right now, my dot is at the office with Lydia’s and Talent’s. Wilder’s is at the airport because he’s arriving home today from his weeklong business trip.

We haven’t talked since the day after my birthday party. He accepted my request to track his location, and I accepted his. His number is programmed into my new cell phone, and I’m sure he saved my phone number. There’s nothing I’d like more than to send him an invite to play Words with Friends, or video call all day long, but it feels out of obligation on his part.

Especially after what I saw online this morning.

The headline on some gossip site read:

Grand Haven’s Wilder Ridge Spotted with Mysterious Brunette in New York.

The piece includes a picture, and sure enough, Wilder had dinner with some girl who probably didn’t grow up locked in a closet and isn’t a high-end prostitute like me. She was sipping white wine, and he was drinking a beer. They ate steak and skipped dessert.

A source at the restaurant said, “You could tell they’re really into each other. Their chemistry was off the charts.”

Their chemistry was off the charts? I think to myself bitterly some hours later, fighting the urge to pull up the article for the hundredth time. I’m lying on the couch in Lydia’s office, trapped in a vicious cycle of torture. I came in here to watch puppy videos until we leave for the evening, but I can’t get over the photo of Wilder with a woman who isn’t me. Triggering the need to check his location and search him on the internet like a stalker.

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