it sounds, even as I watch Georgina decimate my Ferrari, I feel a twinge of hope. Because, even in the midst of her justifiable rage and confusion, Georgina didn’t bring her club down on my beloved Bugatti.
Yes, Georgina is heartbroken and angry and deeply confused. She doesn’t know what happened between Isabel and me in this garage tonight. She doesn’t understand how or why the money for her salary came from me. All of which isn’t good for me. Obviously. But, thanks to my Bugatti, and the fact that there’s not a scratch on it, I have reason to believe it’s not hopeless for me. Indeed, thanks to my pristine Bugatti, I have reason to believe Georgina is holding out hope I’ll eventually be able to win her back.
Chapter 34
Reed
I’m panting as I follow Georgina out of the garage and toward the house.
“Hey, Georgie!” Savage calls to her as she passes.
He’s at the ping pong table with Davey from Watch Party. And I swear to God, I’m this close to wringing his fucking neck.
“Hey there, handsome!” Georgina calls back to Savage. “I can’t wait for you to take me ATVing!”
Savage looks at me, and I shake my head, letting him know whatever they’ve planned is never going to happen.
“Let’s do dinner and drinks afterwards!” Georgie calls to Savage as she continues marching toward the house.
“Stop it, Georgie,” I whisper-shout to her. “You’re not going anywhere with Savage. Zasu is doing his interview.”
“I’m done taking orders from you, asshole. Ciao, stronzo. I’m not only going to interview Savage, I’m going to fuck him, too, and then lie to you and say I only ‘kissed him goodbye.’ But it won’t matter, right? As long as it meant nothing to me?”
She barrels into the house and, immediately, gets greeted by Kat and Hannah, who happen to be standing just inside the French doors. And the minute Kat sees Georgie’s tear-stained cheeks and puffy eyes, she morphs into a grizzly bear protecting her cub.
“You’ve been crying,” Kat says, her face etched with concern. “What happened?”
“I haven’t been crying. I’m just drunk.”
“You don’t look drunk. You look devastated.” Kat’s blazing blue eyes dart to mine. “Why has she been crying?” Her eyes narrow to murderous slits. “What did you do?”
Georgina looks frantically around. “Have you seen Alessandra?”
“Not for a while.” Kat shoots me another death stare. “What happened, Reed?”
“We’ve had a disagreement.”
“A disagreement.” Georgina scoffs. She returns to Kat. “Have you seen Fish?”
As if on cue, Fish walks up, looking distraught. He shoots me a death stare that rivals Kat’s, before addressing Georgie. “Alessandra needs you. Reed told her she sucks, and that her music is bullshit, so she ran upstairs to your room to cry.”
Oh, for the love of fuck. “That’s not how it went down at all,” I blurt.
But nobody is listening to me, least of all Georgina. Indeed, suddenly, it feels like everyone around me is gathering up their pitchforks, and I’m the guy with a rather conspicuous hump on my back.
“I tried to comfort her,” Fish says, “but she said she preferred being alone, until you could come.”
“I was trying to help Alessandra,” I say lamely. “I was encouraging her.”
Fish flashes me a look that plainly says, Prick. Kat shoots me one that says, I’ve seen your version of encouragement many times, Reed. And it ain’t pretty. And Georgie doesn’t even look at me. Indeed, her skin flushed and jaw tight, Georgina marches away from me, without so much as a glance at me, through the packed party, straight to the staircase, and up the entire flight of stairs, like a woman possessed.
Of course, I clamber after her, desperate to clear my name on this one thing, at least. “I told Alessandra she’s talented!” I shout from behind Georgie, matching her every bounding step. “I told her she has great vocal control. All I said was she’s trying to be someone she’s not and—”
“I told you not to say anything to Alessandra about her demo!”
Oh, shit. That’s right. She did.
“Are you capable of keeping one promise to me?” she shouts. “Why do you even bother pretending to make promises, if you’re literally never going to keep any of them?”
“I forgot you said that. I think I was stoned? I’m sorry. I was just trying to help her, and I guess I just... forgot what you said about that. I don’t know.” I run my hand through my hair. “Georgina, if you’d just let me tell you exactly what I said to