Love Like Ours

Hey K. Bad news. My cousin said there’s a ton of renovation work to do on our old apartment so he’s going to have to keep the deposit. Sorry. Let’s go for a drink when I’m back in NYC, ok?

Keira fumed as she read the message. The cheek of it! She was relying on that money to sort out a new apartment and Zach knew it. There was no way they had caused thousands of dollars worth of damage to the apartment; either Zach was lying or his cousin was conning them. Plus the way he so casually told her she wasn’t getting any of it back, like it was just a bit of an inconvenience. And then to ask her out for a drink after!

Irate, Keira typed out a quick, harsh reply.

A drink with you is the last thing I want. Get out of my life.

A moment later, Zachary responded.

You don’t have to be such a bitch about it. Should have known the only thing that mattered to you was the $.

Keira slung her cell phone in her purse, furious.

“What is wrong?” Cristiano asked her, sounding concerned.

“Nothing. Just my bastard of an ex.”

“Zachary?” he asked.

“Yes,” she mumbled.

“Did he do something to hurt you? Do you need me to punch him?”

“God, no!” Keira cried. “I don’t want to talk about him. Or think about him.”

In fact, all she wanted now was to get out of this city – no, this whole goddamn country – and have Cristiano to herself all over again!

Chapter Eight

Cristiano and Keira spent the rest of the day cramming in as much as they could of New York City before heading back to Bryn’s apartment to pack up their belongings. Luckily, Bryn was still at work when they got back and so they had the run of the place.

For Cristiano, packing was relatively quick and easy. He only had one satchel, after all, plus one jacket he’d purchased on reaching New York and discovering how much colder than Italy it was and an almost identical designer version.