Love, Utley (Love Letters #1)

HANNAH

I push past Maddox and fling the door open.

I don’t even care if I run into anyone. I’m sure I look like a mess. But I can’t spend one more second in his presence.

Tightness fills my chest.

The least you owe me.

I hug my purse to my chest.

Never again.

Never again will I be fooled by this man.

All those years ago, in that cursed library, I thought of him as the big bad wolf.

In my mind, it was a joke.

But it’s true.

Only this isn’t a fairy tale.

And no one is coming to save me.

THIRTY-TWO

MADDOX

Stunned, I watch her disappear.

I drag a hand down my face.

What the fuck is she even talking about, saying I didn’t call? We never exchanged fucking numbers. There was no way for me to fucking call, even if I wanted to.

I clench my jaw. How did I go from what was possibly the best fuck of my life to standing here feeling like complete shit?

Done with this day, I pull out my phone and transfer the money for the tip to the catering company. The party will wrap up in thirty, and I don’t need to be there for it.

I storm out of Hannah’s office and make it a few steps before I notice Brandon walking down the hallway toward me.

He looks past me, probably to Hannah’s door, but I just nod at him as I pass.

What we do is none of his fucking business.

THIRTY-THREE

HANNAH

The hired car slows to a stop in front of my house.

“Here we are, ma’am.” The driver makes to unbuckle himself like he’s going to come around and open my door.

“Please, don’t get out of the car.” I undo my seat belt and start to open my purse to give him a tip.

He holds up a hand. “No need for extras. Mr. Lovelace took care of it.”

Of course he did.