How many times is that bitch gonna call and text?
I shove Bella’s phone across my desk.
Allie sure has a knack for getting under a Dom’s skin.
I hate that I can’t text Bella since I’ve got her phone, but this had to be dealt with.
Another text? Is she kidding me?
I try to ignore it so I can get through a large pile of paperwork since my plan is to leave early today so I can surprise Bella for our collaring ceremony tonight.
But this bitch won’t stop—Allie can’t seem to keep from spewing hate.
“Fuck, woman, get a life!” I groan.
I finally pick it up and read her last two messages. Mostly I’ve ignored them. When I have answered them, it’s been with clipped, abbreviated responses.
I talked to Mike this morning. I ran into him at Starbucks. He says you’re dating a psycho, and that Edward sent somebody after him. They robbed his apartment and everything. Call me!
I chuckle until I read the second one . . .