Bye-Bye Jerk, Hello Mr. Right by Rosie Steppe

Chapter 560

"Hernan!" Hayden's voice came through, cold and menacing.

Weirdly enough, hearing him made me feel... safe? I wanted to yell, 'Get me out of here!' but I forced myself to stay calm. The more freaked out I looked, the more power Hernan would have.

Hernan just laughed, setting the phone up on a stand before grabbing his wine like this was some kind of twisted Face Time hangout. "Your girl's quite the catch so beautiful, so charming. Real nice." "She's not my girl anymore," Hayden shot back.

Ouch. I knew it was true, but hearing him say it like that still hurt.

"Oh, not anymore?" Hernan clicked his tongue, fake disappointment all over his face. "Looks like I need to update my sources."

"If you're done, I'm hanging up," Hayden replied, and his indifference was like a punch to the gut.

It's not like I expected him to come to my rescue, but... he didn't even sound worried. Here I was, thinking I was some kind of pawn in this twisted game, but apparently, that was just me holding onto some delusional, leftover feelings. "Wait," Hernan said, then suddenly yanked me close, throwing me off balance.

The next thing I knew, the sharp scent of his body wash filled my nose, and I was in his arms, facing Hayden on the screen.

a single gold pin on the collar, sharp and dignified like always.

looked at me like I was just... some random

close to my face, "since

to pull away, but his grip tightened around my neck, holding me in place. He didn't actually kiss me, but the closeness-the way he lingered right there-felt like a

all a game to him, a test to see if Hayden would crack, would show even the slightest reaction. And, yeah...

voice came through. "What you do with her is none of

gone. In his place, a smooth, feminine voice came from off-screen. "Hayden, you promised to spend the day with me. Why are you on the phone again?" A woman with

It was Yara Drago.

photos of her before-absolutely stunning, with that

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She had this magnetic presence that even I

found captivating. And if I felt that way... how could Hayden

the