Devil She Became (Devil's Angels Book 1) by Autumn Raynne Page B
Authors: Autumn Raynne
was so hot!”
“You remember him? I don’t recall much.”
“Hell yes. Well, I remember what he looked like, but not much else. I woke up in my hotel room and had to go to that fucking meeting with a killer headache. Ugh. So did you fuck him?”
Typical Ashley. Tactless. “Yeah, I think I did. I woke up a while ago with his business card on my pillow.”
Ashley roared. “Too funny! So he said he had a great time, right? Call him. He’s hot.”
Reese laughed. “I don’t think so. I slept with this guy and hardly remember him. I do recall he had a Porsche of some kind though.”
“See, there you go. He’s rich too! God, you have all the luck.”
“Nooooo. I’m not interested… maybe if I had been sober, and we hadn’t slept together already…”
“Oh, Reese, lighten up. Have some fun. What are you going to do with yourself?”
“I don’t know.” She sagged down in her bed.
“You are so beautiful and smart. Go back to work. Fuck Harrison. If he wants to stay with his old ball and chain that’s no reason for you to throw your life away. It’s his fucking loss.” Ashley’s voice was thick with frustration.
Reese nodded.
“I have to get back into that stupid meeting. I will call you later, girl. Go sleep it off. And then go out! Meet more guys!”
“Ok, okay…”
“Oh, and, Reese? One more thing…”
“What?”
“Go over to that mantle right now and throw that picture away!”
Reese clicked the phone off. Crawling out of her bed, she walked over to the picture. She traced her long nails over it. They were so happy then. Damn him. Damn her. She threw the picture across the room with all her might where it crashed against the doorframe, shattering the glass.
******
A familiar buzzing sound alerted Harrison. Looking at his phone, he saw it was Reese texting again. Can we just talk? Please? Sitting at his desk, he looked at the phone for the longest time. He sighed. How he missed her. He didn’t just miss the sex – that was a huge part of it – but he missed laughing with her, being with her, just hearing her voice. Many times, he had driven by her building, seeing her car parked out front and wanting to go in and talk with her. Every time he drank his daily coffee, he thought of her drinking her lattes. He smiled to himself thinking of that.
Finally, he typed back I’m sorry, Reese. Don’t think it’s a good idea. Please understand. Hope you are well. Harrison bit his lip and leaned back in his chair.
Why are you so mean to me? You are such an asshole.
Reading her text, he tossed his phone on the floor. She just didn’t get it.
Chapter 12
Looking through Indeed for jobs, Reese applied for several positions. She was tired of living in this place if he wasn’t coming back. It had been almost four months since they had seen each other. Following Ashley and her mother’s advice, she was getting ready to move on, at least in her career. She had had several promising interviews. She had packed up all the pictures she’d had of him around her apartment and had put them in a box. Reese had also begun looking at other places to live as well, but before she could move on completely, there was one more thing she had to do.
Slipping on Harrison’s favorite red lacy bra and matching thong, she put on a pair of red five-inch Louboutin heels. Making sure her makeup was perfect, she brushed her long blonde hair into loose, soft curls. Reese then sprayed on his favorite perfume. Sliding on her gray fox coat, she walked out the door.
Walking down the corridor of the huge office building, Reese attracted many stares with her good looks and very high heels. She was so excited she could hardly breathe.
As the elevator stopped at the top floor, she opened a huge glass door that read Grantham, Grantham, & Collier, PC .
An attractive young brunette stopped her at the door. “May I help you?”
“Yes, I am here to see Harrison Grantham.”
“Who may I ask is here?”
She smiled.
“You remember him? I don’t recall much.”
“Hell yes. Well, I remember what he looked like, but not much else. I woke up in my hotel room and had to go to that fucking meeting with a killer headache. Ugh. So did you fuck him?”
Typical Ashley. Tactless. “Yeah, I think I did. I woke up a while ago with his business card on my pillow.”
Ashley roared. “Too funny! So he said he had a great time, right? Call him. He’s hot.”
Reese laughed. “I don’t think so. I slept with this guy and hardly remember him. I do recall he had a Porsche of some kind though.”
“See, there you go. He’s rich too! God, you have all the luck.”
“Nooooo. I’m not interested… maybe if I had been sober, and we hadn’t slept together already…”
“Oh, Reese, lighten up. Have some fun. What are you going to do with yourself?”
“I don’t know.” She sagged down in her bed.
“You are so beautiful and smart. Go back to work. Fuck Harrison. If he wants to stay with his old ball and chain that’s no reason for you to throw your life away. It’s his fucking loss.” Ashley’s voice was thick with frustration.
Reese nodded.
“I have to get back into that stupid meeting. I will call you later, girl. Go sleep it off. And then go out! Meet more guys!”
“Ok, okay…”
“Oh, and, Reese? One more thing…”
“What?”
“Go over to that mantle right now and throw that picture away!”
Reese clicked the phone off. Crawling out of her bed, she walked over to the picture. She traced her long nails over it. They were so happy then. Damn him. Damn her. She threw the picture across the room with all her might where it crashed against the doorframe, shattering the glass.
******
A familiar buzzing sound alerted Harrison. Looking at his phone, he saw it was Reese texting again. Can we just talk? Please? Sitting at his desk, he looked at the phone for the longest time. He sighed. How he missed her. He didn’t just miss the sex – that was a huge part of it – but he missed laughing with her, being with her, just hearing her voice. Many times, he had driven by her building, seeing her car parked out front and wanting to go in and talk with her. Every time he drank his daily coffee, he thought of her drinking her lattes. He smiled to himself thinking of that.
Finally, he typed back I’m sorry, Reese. Don’t think it’s a good idea. Please understand. Hope you are well. Harrison bit his lip and leaned back in his chair.
Why are you so mean to me? You are such an asshole.
Reading her text, he tossed his phone on the floor. She just didn’t get it.
Chapter 12
Looking through Indeed for jobs, Reese applied for several positions. She was tired of living in this place if he wasn’t coming back. It had been almost four months since they had seen each other. Following Ashley and her mother’s advice, she was getting ready to move on, at least in her career. She had had several promising interviews. She had packed up all the pictures she’d had of him around her apartment and had put them in a box. Reese had also begun looking at other places to live as well, but before she could move on completely, there was one more thing she had to do.
Slipping on Harrison’s favorite red lacy bra and matching thong, she put on a pair of red five-inch Louboutin heels. Making sure her makeup was perfect, she brushed her long blonde hair into loose, soft curls. Reese then sprayed on his favorite perfume. Sliding on her gray fox coat, she walked out the door.
Walking down the corridor of the huge office building, Reese attracted many stares with her good looks and very high heels. She was so excited she could hardly breathe.
As the elevator stopped at the top floor, she opened a huge glass door that read Grantham, Grantham, & Collier, PC .
An attractive young brunette stopped her at the door. “May I help you?”
“Yes, I am here to see Harrison Grantham.”
“Who may I ask is here?”
She smiled.