Stepbrother Catfish: The Complete Series by Sweet Izzy

Author:Sweet, Izzy [Sweet, Izzy]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, mobi, epub
Published: 2015-10-10T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Three

“Hailey? Hailey?” Andrew repeats worriedly.

The phone starts to slip from my hand, snapping me out of my shock. My fingers tighten and I click the phone off.

Tiffany is still laughing as I race for the bedroom. I have to find my clothes, I have to get out of here before Andrew shows up.

I’m such a fucking idiot!

I stop at the door of his closet and lean against the wall. I’m wasting precious time, but I feel the torrent of tears coming. I have to keep it together. Deep breath in, deep breath out. Right now, I just have to survive this. Later I can break down and let it all out. I won’t give Tiffany something else to laugh about.

Chin up, I tear through Andrew’s closet looking for my little blue dress. I have absolutely no respect for him and don’t care if I mess up his overly organized crap. Shirts and pants go flying. I pull open his drawers only to leave them hanging on their hinges.

Unfortunately, I come up empty handed. What I wore the other night is nowhere to be found. Even my shoes are gone. Bare foot it is.

I give the closet one last sweeping inspection and almost lose it as I spot the black velvet box on the floor. I must have thrown that jacket and it fell out.

FML I’m the other woman. My chest starts to tighten. I feel like I’m going to be sick. I have to get out of here. I’ve already wasted too many minutes.

I run from Andrew’s bedroom, heading for the kitchen. My purse is on the counter. Out of the corner of my eyes I see Tiffany stand from the couch. I disappear into the kitchen, snap up my purse and shove my phone in it.

“Are you leaving?” Tiffany asks as I rush for the door. “I was hoping you’d stick around so we can discuss this with Andrew…”

Is she serious? If I were her, I’d be saying something like Bye, bitch. Don’t let the door hit you in the ass.

I clench my teeth together and grit out, “There’s nothing to talk about.”

I grab the door handle and yank it open. On the other side is a very surprised delivery man. One hand is raised as if he was about to knock. He’s holding a garment bag in his other hand with a box balanced on the crook of his arm.

We blink at each other and then he clears his throat. “I, uh, got a delivery here for a Hailey. Are you Hailey?”

I hear Tiffany clicking up behind me and I’m half tempted to just push past the guy and continue making a run for it. But I’m shoeless, and there might be shoes in that box, so I say, “Yes, I’m Hailey.”

The delivery guy looks relieved and unloads the garment bag and box on me.

“Oh, what do you have there?” Tiffany asks from behind me, too close for comfort. I can smell her perfume. It’s sickly sweet and reminds me of cotton candy.

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