The Billionaire's Revenge (The Blank Check #6) - Jeannette Winter Page 0,3
was better that you found it out before the nuptials took place.”
Her blood began to boil. How dare he still think she wasn’t good enough for his dumb ass, inconsiderate, immature, friend? Once the door clicked shut, her temper soared. Picking up an empty coffee cup that was on the counter she flung it across the room. The sound of it shattering against the wall echoed in her small apartment. Damn you Marvin. Damn you Jordan. You guys are all the same. But what neither of you get is he’s not too good for me, I’m too good for him!
Once again the tears started streaming down. She ran to her bedroom and slammed the door shut, rattling the pictures on the wall. Gianna was so angry right now that she could scream. But when she went to lie down on her bed, that damn wedding dress was there, taunting her. Grabbing the dress she walked over, opened the window, and tossed it out letting it drop into the alley. She picked up the flowers, sending them down the same path. Gianna wanted nothing here to remind her of Marvin. She twisted the diamond ring and pulled it off her finger. She was about to send it on its way, then stopped. What was she doing? The flowers were going to die anyway, but the dress could’ve been donated somewhere. Her closets were filled with things Marvin had purchased for this charade. There was no need to act so rash and rid herself of it all. It wasn’t going to change anything. Actually all it was going to do was get a written complaint from the landlord for trashing his property.
It was time she stopped and used that brain of hers, something she should’ve done months ago. It had been agreed that whatever he bought was hers to do as she choose, and that included the ring. No way was she going to keep it, that much she knew. Tomorrow she’d take it to the shop to be pawned. It was huge, and with Marvin’s kind of money, it was real. With any luck it’d be enough money to pay for her next semester in college.
Gianna walked over and laid it on her bureau. This was going to be an investment in her future.
She grabbed her laptop and started her search for which courses she wanted to take next. I wonder if they offer a course in common sense. She half chuckled and half sobbed as she searched. “I’d have probably failed that class anyway.”
Jordan had no fucking clue what was going on with Marvin. They had been friends since elementary school. Marvin was six years older than Gianna, and he was acting like he was six years younger instead. When he saw his friend again, they were going to have one serious talk. Jordan wasn’t thrilled with being put in this situation, but no way could he have just left Gianna at the church to handle it all herself.
He didn’t have any sisters, but if he did, he’d have kicked the bastard’s ass for treating her like that. But Gianna’s behavior was odd. He’d thought for sure she’d be bawling all over him and he’d need to pry her off. Instead she was distant. He got it; she wanted to be alone. That’s what he’d have wanted as well. But he’d felt like shit leaving her, even at her request.
Jordan didn’t know her parents, but there was one friend of hers, Mary-Lou, that he had the phone number for. They had spoken a few times in regards to the agenda for the wedding. He wasn’t sure calling Mary-Lou was the right thing either, but at least he was trying. That’s a hell of a lot more he could say than Marvin was doing.
He dialed the number and it went to voicemail. “Hello, this is Mary-Lou, you know what to do.” It was followed by giggles and then a beep. He wasn’t about to leave a message. Hanging up, he tried Marvin. That number went directly to voicemail. Apparently no one wanted to speak with him.
He couldn’t just drive away. Gianna might not want to admit it, but she needed someone to talk to. Jordan sure as hell didn’t want it to be him. Damn. He started the car and drove a few blocks. He pulled into the parking lot of a pizza joint he’d passed on the way. Maybe they didn’t need to speak, but eat instead. He placed an