Chapter 4

As I stepped out of the bathroom, a hard slap cracked across my face—so hard my head snapped to the side and spun.

I pressed my stinging cheek, spinning around in shock and disbelief.

Lauren stood there, rolling her wrist, her sweet little act gone in an instant—replaced by a vicious, ugly sneer.

"You heard every word, didn't you? James is mine now—lock, stock, and barrel. Why are you still clinging to him like a sad loser? You are that desperate for attention?" She sneered.

"If you love being played for free and playing second fiddle, why don't you just…