Mr Wrong by Megan Ward

Author:Megan Ward [Ward, Megan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: ARDOR PRESS
Published: 2020-01-27T18:30:00+00:00

Twenty-One

Ellenore

After Killian finally talked me out of my cell phone (It’s in your contract, Ms. Pierce.) he fingerprinted me and gave me a nine digit access code. Slipping my old phone into this briefcase, he powers on its clone. Almost immediately, it’s starts buzzing and making noise as text after text roll in. Looking down at the screen, he frowns.

“Who’s Dani and… Derek?”

Shit.

“What?” Panicked, I reach out and snatch the phone of his hand. “Who?”

Eight new messages.

Six of them are from Dani.

Dani: How was your

sleepover with Renaldo?

Dani: Quit being stingy, bitch.

I want details

Dani: Hello? Are you alive?

Dani: If that asshole killed

you I’m telling Dateline

that you talked to your cat

like he was a real person.

Dani: Goddamnit, Elle

You’re starting to scare

me.

Dani: If I don’t hear

from you in the next

20 minutes I’m calling

the cops.

Two of them are from Derek.

Derek: I mean it, Elle

I really miss you.

Derek: Please say

something.

Ignoring the texts from Derek, I shoot back a quick text to Dani.

Me: No one killed me.

I’m fine. Talk later.

When I look up from my phone, Killian is frowning at me like he’s waiting for me to answer his question.

“Dani is my best friend,” I tell him, slipping my phone into the front pocket of my sweater. “I’ve been staying with her while Mr. Trask and I worked out the particulars of my working here—I told Mr. Trask all about her.” Not entirely true. I told him that she was a friend from college—not that she simply went to college to please her parents. Not that she’d barely flipped the tassel on her graduation cap before she tossed her bachelors in computer science in the trunk of her car and made the trek to Los Angeles to pursue her dream of being an actress. Certainly not that she’s actually making that dream a reality. Instinct told me that having friends in the entertainment industry would’ve killed my chances of landing this job in a heartbeat.

Killian makes a neutral sound in the back of his throat. “And Derek?”

“I…” I shake my head and ignore my phone when it starts to buzz in my pocket. “He’s no one.”

This time the sound he makes is less neutral. “Your code and prints are logged every time you use them and will only work from eight in the morning until nine at night,” he tells me, snapping his briefcase closed. It’s obvious he has more to say and that he’s struggling to keep it to himself.

I look up at him when he stands and instead of letting him go with a quiet thank you, I do the dumb thing and poke the guard dog with a big, fat stick. “So, I have a nine o’clock curfew?”

My question stalls his movements. “Would it be a problem for Derek if you did?”

My mouth falls open and I shift back in my seat like he just took a swing at me. “Not likely,” I finally manage, shaking my head. “Considering he’s my ex-boyfriend and happens to live three thousand miles away.”

He glares at me, the sound he makes this time resembling a downright snarl.

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