His words were chilling, laced with a raw fury.
Ignoring Conrad’s warning, the blonde woman’s smile turned into a predatory sneer. She advanced step by step until she stood directly in front of him, leaning in until her lips hovered just an inch from his. “Listen up, handsome,” she purred, her painted lips parting. “You’re not the only one. I’m her neighbor, and this week alone, I’ve seen several different men in her apartment, pressing her up against the wall for a quick screw.”
“You’re just her sloppy seconds,” the woman added, her gaze on Annika as sharp and merciless as a blade. With that, she turned and sauntered away, the sound of her heels clicking against the pavement.
Annika had no idea who this woman was or why she would say such things. She looked nervously at Conrad, but his expression was calm, seemingly unfazed by the venomous accusations. A wave of relief washed over her, which she immediately found ridiculous. Why was she so tense? They had broken up. Even if she were seeing other men, it was perfectly normal.
Besides, Conrad had always assumed she was involved with Tyler, Harrison, and the others. What did a few more imagined affairs matter? Annika thought with a self-deprecating smirk.
“How did you get on her bad side?” Conrad’s voice was hoarse, the lingering heat of their earlier passion still evident.
“She’s just some lunatic. Don’t pay her any mind,” Annika said, clearly wanting to end the conversation.
When she turned to leave, Conrad protested, calling out her name. “Annika.”
She ignored him and kept walking.
Furious, Conrad strode after her and grabbed her hand, but Annika yanked it away with force.
“Annika, I let Harrison go, and I had Hank’s medical bills taken care of. What more do you want?” Conrad was at his wit's end. He’d never had to compromise with anyone in his life.


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