Blessed - Page 128

She never writes anything. She just puts her face on the cover in a skimpy bra and gets author credits.

I don't know if I'm more upset that he was fucking another woman or he was fucking her.

"Alyssa and I have been talking for a while, babe," Grady says, trying to explain it to me. "I'm sorry."

"No, Grady," I tell him coldly. "I'm the one that's sorry."

And then, the fateful words. "Consider this visit my termination visit for any arrangements with Bad Boy Publishing."

I turn around. Really, that's all I really need to do here. Very simple. Very civilized way of saying fuck off.

"Abby, you can't fucking leave," Grady says, his voice reaching ever higher octaves.

I turn around to look at him.

Don't get me mad, Grady. Please don't go there.

"We had a deal," he tells me. I look at him to see if he's really being serious.

He's not joking.

"You can't back out now," he says to me.

"Really? I can't back out of an arrangement that specifically says I can back out at any time?" I ask him, cocking my eyebrows.

"If you back out now, then it'll look very bad for my career, babe," he tells me, completely serious.

I swear to God, Grady has made thinking only about himself an art form.

I reach down and grab his pants and his boxers and bunch them up. I take Alyssa's short skirt. I bunch all of it together into a tight little ball.

"I can't leave?" I ask him, walking toward him.

"Not if you want to keep your end of the bargain," he says to me, sagely.

I smile and go toward his window that's cracked open slightly. The cold New York City air is coming in. Helps the building save on air conditioning.

Then without a second glance I stick my hand out the window.

Alyssa gasps because this is the hand that has her skirt, her thong, Grady's pants, and his boxers.

And I let them go.

They flutter in the wind, dropping down toward the ground.

"That's what I think of my fucking end of the bargain," I tell him. "And it looks like you have a bigger problem at work than worrying about losing me as a client."

And that's it.

My exit. I head to the door.

"You're going to regret this, Abby," Grady says to me.

"Fuck off and die, asshole," I say without turning back. "You're the one that'll regret it if you come after me."

Don't look at me like that babe.

I may be an angel most days.

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