Chapter 133

Connor stood about fifty feet away, his arms open wide, like, What UP, bro?

Klaus whipped around, a look of stark terror on his face.

He obviously remembered the voice, too… and the humiliations he’d suffered because of its owner.

Toss in the fact that he’d been speaking ill of Connor just a few seconds before, and Klaus was not a happy camper.

Me?

I was not a happy camper at ALL.

Connor strolled over, gorgeous and every inch the billionaire. He wore a tailored, grey pinstripe suit, crisp white shirt, and maroon silk tie studded with a gold pin.

I thought he looked a little tired around the eyes… but then I convinced myself I just saw that because I wanted to see it.

I didn’t want to believe he could have dumped me and slept like a baby afterward.

Although that was probably what happened.

I did notice one thing, though, that was undeniable:

He didn’t look at me once.

He kept his eyes laser-focused on Klaus.

Inside, I felt like crying.

You can’t even LOOK at me?!

But I quickly forgot