Stupid, stupid girl. You fell into his trap again.

By the time I had oversized clothes on that covered more than everything, Brent stirred in my bed. I need to wash those sheets immediately.

“Too bad you’re not still naked,” he yawned.

“I’m heading out after breakfast. I have a meeting at Montgomery Group.” I kept my voice soft so he couldn’t hear the trepidation in my voice. He didn’t deserve to get that from me. I was just a fun time for him and a business deal for Chamberlain Industries.

“Let them know you’ve been formally invited to the compound with the head of Chamberlain Industries to spearhead conversations about the business partnership.” He stretched out and planted his feet on the ground. Sometime during the night, his boxers found their way back onto his body.

I grunted an agreement and left the room to let him do whatever it was he wanted to do. He had no bearing on my life, and he could see himself out.

Ew, he was probably going to use my shower.

“Morning!” I entered the kitchen, fussing with my oversized clothes. Maybe I went too big but I wasn’t going to chance another change with him in my house. No way.

She carefully laid out a buffet of whatever we had in the fridge on the kitchen island. I wanted to feast with how empty my stomach felt after throwing up in the shower, hoping it would stay down this time. Hashbrowns and bacon felt like the safest options for my first plate.

“Ready to grab today by the balls?” Loading up her plate, Kelly flashed me a smile. Too calm, too unbothered. It freaked me out.

Suspicion grew with everyone I was around.

Before I could make her suspicious of me, I grabbed a breakfast sausage and bit into it, smiling back. “Yup. I may not know what’s going on, but sounds like a plan.”

Brent emerged out of my room looking like he never fell asleep. Freshly cleaned and put together, it was easy to put last night behind me. “I should keep extra clothes here if I’m going to be staying over.” He looked down at his clothes. They didn’t even look like second day wear.

Kelly snorted. “You live across the street.”

He loaded up a plate and plopped down at the table with the same casualness as Kelly and I did living here. Like he was a current resident at my fucking house. What an asshole. Two days was all it took for him to become roommate level casual at my house.