It locked for all the world take they were the only p no bubble Selina fell silent mid sentence Suzan was crafting this whole charade of in posts that only teanne could see.
Whether Curtis was head over heels for Suzan flaunted their relationship to Leanne was downgh It was nasty facade for her the taper, âSheâs even trashier than I thought, playing house for all the world to pee, and itâs all an act.
Unbelievable, Joy remarked, âSee what kind of person your dear friend Selina didnât respond, her mood had plummeted Even by her own not-so-high moral standards, these low blows were too much This was like her idolâs fall from grace.
Leanne paused for a moment. She had just found out that Suzanâs social media display was a farce.
But after a brief instant of shock, she brushed off like a passing cloud.
Curtis and Suzanâs dinner dates were a recurring event. Frankly, Leanne couldnât care less about their supposed romance at this point.
Selina and Joy, having had a bit too much to drink, insisted on crashing there, each claiming half of the bed and actively trying to kick the other off.
âHowâs Leanne supposed to sleep if you hog the bed?â
âJust go home with Jeremy, for heavenâs sake, youâre not homeless.â
Leanne saw Jeremy at the door.
He had been there that evening, mostly keeping to himself, not intruding on the girlsâ fun but always ready to grab some snacks or drinks for them.
He was the epitome of a considerate friend.
At the elevator, Jeremy suddenly asked her, âDoes Curtis know about all this Leanne looked up at him as she pressed the elevator button.
âWhat difference does it make if he knows or not?â Leanne had sobered up, âIf Suzan has the nerve to show it to me, itâs because heâs backing her, right?â
1434 this?
âI donât think so. I was the first in this morning and pu Thanks. Iâll buy you a coffee later Leanne tore the card to shreds, so tiny that no one co complice it together and decipher the original message After discarding it in the trash, her rigid body finally began to relax slightly Amy was getting anxious about her behavior and asked, âWho sent it? You looked like youâd found a bombâ
Leanne leaned on her desk, her forehead supported by her hands, her brows knitted tightly. âI donât know who it is. A creep.â
The card had no signature, just a line of text, âI want to hear you moan in bed.â
The implications were clear, and the message was chilling. This wasnât just an admirer, this was something darker, something that needed to be handled with care.