Chapter 33 Gianna

• I returned home to the apartment as quickly as I could, ensuring to take a couple of diversions in case I was being followed. I know I am beyond crazy. Likely overthinking. But, with a crazed ex on my tail, and having been chased out of a restaurant by a guy I ran out on, I think today, more than ever, my mind over-running may be more than valid. And I was not ready to risk my safety. Ever since I had been told that Dalton had reappeared, I had been taking diversions on my way to my new home, just to be on the safe side.
• I couldn't help but think back to the mess tonight had turned into; only coming to the conclusion that I should have done the sensible thing and never listened to Noushka. I should never have been sweet talked into going to dinner with Mason. No matter how handsome or charming he may be. He was not someone I needed to be getting involved with right now. In doing so, I had landed myself in an awkward situation. But it is so damn hard to say no to him! The way he looked at me with those luscious eyes gave me butterflies, and I was a goner...
• ‘Do not blame me.’ Noushka huffed angrily, as I tossed the key onto the kitchen counter. Thankfully, we had now got a second key cut, so Frankie and I were no longer sharing. It was simply not practical, and Frankie had dropped it in the bar for me. ‘You still have a mind of your own. You could still have said no. You know you like him. And he does make you smile. Did he really do anything wrong?’ Noushka continued to defend herself. Trying to argue this had all been my idea.