Unbound: The Pentagon Group, Book 2 Read Online Free

rides in to the rescue.” I dismissed the notion. Eric saved me from heartache. The pain I’m suffering now is lesser than it would’ve been months and years down the road.
    My phone rang in my purse which Carson had draped on the chair. I rose up and took my phone from the side pocket. It was Chelsea. I informed Carson it was Chelz. I didn’t want to talk to her. I didn’t feel like running through the whole story for a third time. I hit ignore. Voicemail alert chimed soon after. Within minutes a second call. I ignored the call.
    “If you don’t answer her or call back, she’s going to call your dad, your sisters, and me. I just don’t want to hear her mother hen chirping.”
    “Okay. Okay. I’ll call her back.” He rose to give me some privacy while I dialed Chelz’s number.
    “Perla. What the hell is going on? Matt called me frantic about you. He asked me if you were at my home. He wanted to know if he could come over to talk to you. When I told him you weren’t here he sounded panicked. Speak!”
    “We had a fight . . .”
    “I figured. About what?”
    “It’s too long of a story to get into right now Chelsea. I’ve had a long day. The gist of it is we’re over. I found out he only started dating me to get information about Liberty Inn. It just so happens that Matt is a billionaire, along with his buddies, and they wanted to buy the Inn so  they can build this immense project on the waterfront. And on another note, Matt’s company bought out Parisi and was instrumental in breaking up me and Ben, and here’s the kicker, creating the phony debt I’ve been killing myself to pay back.”
    “What the fuck? If that’s the nutshell version, then I don’t think I can handle the entire story. Where are you? He said he went to your place, but you weren’t there. He said he’ll spend the night outside of your apartment building waiting for you before he calls the police.”
    I huffed, “I don’t give a shit what he claims he’ll do. He fucked me over in more ways than one. I’m with Carson. And don’t you dare give Matt any information as to where I am or who I’m with. I need to be distanced from everything Matt.” I sighed and took a deep breath. “I’m taking the day off tomorrow. I’m texting Ray tonight. I hope you can get coverage or cancel my classes this week. I don’t want to be where he can find me. Listen, I’m tired. I’m going to be crying all night, so I’m going to turn in and hope I get some sleep.”
    She sighed, “Oh, Perla. I’m so sorry. I had no idea it was this bad. I totally fell for his charms too.”
    “We all did. But I was the one who was actually fucked over. I should’ve never gone home with him. He preyed on me, and I let him devour me. It doesn’t matter now.” I choked on a sob.
    “Okay, Perla. I know you’re angry and hurt. Call me when you can. You can stay here whenever you need. I’ll text ‘A-hole’ to leave us alone and you won’t be coming back as long as he’s attempting to contact you. Be safe.” She knew not to push the issue, and she would try to keep me safe.
    “Thanks, lovey. I’m sorry I was pissy, but I hope you understand I need time. This isn’t like Ben, this is actually worse, but I’m a lot stronger than before. Okay?”
    “Okay.” She quietly responded.
    “Bye.” Before I could hear anymore, I hung up. Carson returned to the living room.
    “I fixed up a room for you. I put a cheap t-shirt for you to sleep in. Not my pricey, designer cotton tees for you.” I smiled halfheartedly. He held out his hand, pulling me toward the bedroom in the back. Carson showed me the fresh toothbrush and paste, towels, and a t-shirt and stretch shorts he must’ve used for dance. If he thought they’d fit over my hips, he was sorely mistaken. I gave him a long hug.
    “Thank you for taking care of me. I feel like déjà vu, just in a lux apartment. You and Turner have done so well in the last two years. I’m so happy for you, and