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I heard the screech of his stool and looked over, seeing him push my purse aside, his hand onit to his lips

Shit I iers acrosset dressed and run back to his bar, or his penthouse, or wherever the damn man was Find hiers

I punched on the bed with a hard fist, Carter sitting up, his hand touchingwas okay "It’s fine" I tried to s alongside his I kissed his neck and burrowed into his side

Right then, I should have told hi phone Full disclosure, open coood-for-relationship stuff But with his lip freshly split froht’s events, I just couldn’t Instead, I laid ainst his chest and stewed Pretended to be asleep while, inside, ain Not even foron it, the personal invasion of hih it…

As soon as Carter fell asleep, I crawled out of bed Borrowed his cell and called Cammie from the bathroom She ake and cut me off mid-sentence, as soon as she understood the dilemma

"Wipe your phone" She spat out the directive as if it was siht?"

My passcode The four-digit code I’d used since high school "Yeah," I said gluh iCloud"

iCloud The thing I’d cursed so many times before… could it actually be ht of the last time I’d backed up my phone At what I’d lose in the wipe

"Now, Chloe Before he gets every naked selfie off it" Cah Naked photos My mind tripped and fell over every sexy pic I’d taken in the two years I’d had that phone I should have known my vanity would have come back to bite me

I cracked the bathroom door and eyed Carter’s laptop, one I didn’t have a password for "Can you do it? I’m at Carter’s"

She jumped into action and a few minutes later, my phone, wherever it was, had been co for a new phone But the satisfaction of not having to call Vic? To not go crawling back to hi for it back? That orth it That felt better than anything else

That night, for the first time all week, I slept soundly

A woman in New York City couldn’t survive without a cell phone It was a fact Especially not a wo for Nicole Brantley My old self would have marched into the closest Verizon and walked out with a shiny new phone My new self had to wait three days for my phone insurance to ship out a refurbished replaceonized over the two-hundred-dollar fee I hated Vic a little more with every inconvenience caused

My job probably wouldn’t have survived the three-day period if not for the set walkies--a giant radio that hung onfrom it up to an equally sexy headpiece that Nicole insisted I wear I looked ridiculous but could hear Nicole’s voice loud and clear when she barked And she barked constantly It turned out pregnancy was hell on a bitch’s hor the weirdest food Olives, coffee-flavored ice cream, feta cheese, and banana popsicles Try and track down banana popsicles It was impossible I called seventeen stores before she decided she’d rather have cherry