Wrong by Stella Rhys

Author:Stella Rhys [Rhys, Stella]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: UNKNOWN
Published: 2016-09-08T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Four

I sat with the meter running in the cab for ten minutes, typing and deleting my text to Aria, over and over and over.

I’m at my old apartment. I had to see Ethan. Will you come spot me?

I trailed my thumb across the screen. Chewing my bottom lip, I deleted the text for the last time and tossed my phone into my bag. I wanted Aria with me, but I knew what she would say. After an immediate “on my way,” she’d also tell me to reschedule the meeting in public and wait for her, which would obviously be ideal. But what I needed from Ethan was inside my old apartment, and my plan had been to keep my need for those letters a secret, so he wouldn’t know to use them against me. I hoped to talk long enough that perhaps he’d excuse himself to use the bathroom. Maybe even take a call or get a drink from the fridge. Whatever gave me enough time to go into the bedroom, open the drawer of my old nightstand and empty the contents into my bag. It was nerve-wracking, but there was no other way to what I needed. So I just had to do it.

“Sorry about that. Thanks,” I said to the cabbie before finally climbing out of the car. Once I did, I stood frozen on the sidewalk for a couple seconds. I hadn’t been anywhere near the Upper East Side since breaking up with Ethan and moving out of his apartment. It was too risky. His family owned four luxury rentals between Seventy-First and Eighty-Sixth Street, and half their units were occupied by friends of Ethan. And since every one of those friends made his business theirs, they’d been trying constantly to get us back together since hearing we were “taking a break,” according to Ethan. In the first few weeks, I responded to their pleading Facebook messages and emails, but after their words started getting aggressive, I stopped.

And, of course, I started sleeping with Liam, which meant just about no brain space for anything else in the world.

“Miss Blakely! Long time no see,” exclaimed Franco, the doorman. “How was your vacation?”

I cocked my head for a second then smiled. “Oh. It was great, Franco. I needed it. Thank you for asking,” I replied. There was no sense in confusing him. Clearly, a vacation had been Ethan’s go-to excuse for anyone who saw me leaving the building with suitcases. I should’ve known. Anytime something happened without being done on Ethan’s terms, in his eyes, it never happened at all.

“Sasha. Hey.”

I’d barely knocked before Ethan opened the door of my old apartment wearing a blue T-shirt and sweats, looking as if he’d just gotten out of bed. I blinked, surprised, since he rarely let anyone see him unshaven with his hair less than perfect. Of course, the one person who ever got to see that side was myself. A part of me was glad that I wasn’t about

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