Chapter 49 I Was Probably Jealous

• The knock at the door was sharp, impatient, like whoever was on the other side had no time for pleasantries. I sighed, dropping down my phone on the couch as I shuffled to answer it.
• Standing there was a woman who could’ve stepped straight out of a fashion magazine. She was tall, with legs that went on for days, wearing a skintight black dress that hugged her curves in all the right places. Her hair was sleek and shiny, the kind of expensive-looking blonde that screamed, I don’t do box dye.
• Her red lips curled into a smirk as her perfectly manicured hand rested on the doorframe. “I’m looking for Mr. Thorne.”