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CHAPTER FIFTY TWO: REDIRECTING, RELOCATINGZOEY———“Nice place you got.” Sage’s voice came from behind me as I led him inside. He scanned my living room and gave an approving nod. “Did you set this up yourself?”I didn’t get how he could sound so casual after watching me throw two women out by their hair. Also, how did he know where I lived? And why was he here?Still, I answered. “Yeah. I did.” I pasted a small smile on my face.“Cool.” He paused, then his eyes dropped to my arm. I followed his gaze. A bruise bloomed under my sleeve and a shallow scratch scored my skin. Souvenir from the scuffle with Josephine and Daisy.“Uh, nothing to be worried about,” I lied, trying to hide my arm behind my back.Sage shook his head and stepped closer. He took my hand gently. “It doesn’t look nothing. You got a first-aid kit?”I thought of Camille. She was obsessive about me having one and always kept me stocked “Yeah.”“Good. Let’s fix you up.” He led me upstairs like he’d been here a dozen tim

CHAPTER FIFTY FOUR: DINNER AT SCARLETT’SZOEY———It had been a full week since Christian caught me practically swallowing Sage’s face, from his window. Seven long days of him acting like I didn’t exist.At the production house, his eyes slid past me like I was invisible. He handed out instructions to everyone but me. As a neighbor, he used to at least throw me a nod when our mornings overlapped—me waiting for my Uber, him loading his kids into the car. Now? Not even a glance.And honestly, it stung. There’s nothing fun about being ghosted by someone you share well… a bit of history with. But if I was being brutally honest with myself, maybe it was a blessing. The less he acknowledged me, the easier it was to sever ties with him, with Scarlett, and the whole big mess. My reputation was already hanging by a thread. The last thing I needed was another scandal stapled to my name.So, yeah. It was still a win. Meanwhile, Sage practically moved into my shadow after that night we kissed.

CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX: ONE LAMB, TWO HYENASZOEY———“Be my girlfriend, Zoey.”I blinked. Once. Twice. Still wrapped in Sage’s arms.Maybe I misheard. Because there was no freaking way he just asked me out. Maybe he was practicing a script? Rehearsing lines for some role? Yup, that had to be it.“Zoey.” His voice dropped low as he took my hands, squeezing them gently. His eyes were locked on mine, soft and serious. “I know you think I’m bluffing. That it’s too soon. But it’s not like that, I promise. I like you. Really like you. Give me a chance, Zoey. Let me show you how much love I can give you.”His heartfelt speech only made me want to bolt out of the house and never look back. My stomach knotted so tight, I felt like I might puke all over his romantic moment.Overwhelmed wasn’t even the word. I was drowning.“Uh… Sage,” I whispered, wriggling my hands free from his grip. I pasted on the fakest, tight-lipped smile I could manage. “Can I… uh… grab a glass of water? I’m thirsty.”His f

CHAPTER FIFTY EIGHT: REACHING THE BREAKING POINTZOEY———“Christian?” I called again, because my brain refused to accept the obvious. But he kept his eyes on the road like nothing was happening. I quickly scanned the car with my eyes. The leather seats, the expensive interior, the quiet engine… this wasn’t a fucking taxi. How had I missed it? Had he followed me? Had he been following me?I scoffed in disbelief, averting my eyes back to him. My chest tightened with a new hot, rising anger. “Stop this car,” I ordered, keeping my voice low despite the unmistakable sharp edges that lingered.But he continued to ignore me. My hands balled at my sides. Breathe, Zoey. Let’s not make a scene. I’d already gone through so much this evening, and I won’t let him make it worse for me“I said… stop. The. Car.” I forced the words out, each one clipped like the edge of a knife.Still nothing. My blood boiled. “If you don’t stop…” I kept my voice dangerous and calm, which somehow felt worse than

CHAPTER SIXTY: DEAL? OR NO DEAL?CHRISTIAN———I gazed down from the banister as Zoey marched out of my house, her hips swaying with every step she took.I grinned in satisfaction, fighting the urge to applaud her. Once she was out of the door, slamming it shut behind her, Scarlett let out the pent-up rage she was holding. She groaned and raked her fingers through her hair, face red. Her chest heaved heavily. Watching her crash out was a kind of therapy I didn’t think I needed. If this were a TV show, I would keep replaying their confrontation over and over again. I guess I had underestimated Zoey. She really was capable of looking after herself. Fists clenched and trembling with rage, Scarlett turned to stalk further into the house. Only to see me watching from the stairs railing. She stopped on her feet again. With the way her chest rose and fell heavily, one could easily tell that she was trying so hard not to lose it. And failing miserably at it, too.Smirking, I began to wa