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Chapter 67

Hardin's POV:

Getting back from the supermarket, I park my car at the parking lot of my building and haphazardly check the lot to see if Pinkie, I mean the girl in pink is still lurking around or not. I can't see her bright ass clothes, so maybe she left or maybe she's hiding somewhere to spy on me again, which seems most likely.

This situation is so bullshit, I can't even do normal things like going out, working out at a gym, jerking me off then sleeping on my own bed, without thinking that someone is probably watching me doing any of these. I don't want crazy chicks like that recording my private life and upload them on anywhere.

Anyway, I get out from my car with grocery bags in hands and go straight inside my apartment.

What I was thinking before seeing that chick?...oh yes, visiting Tessa in New York. I'm planning on surprisingly visit her and I need Landon's help for that; so I shove the remaining groceries inside my fridge and few other in the cabinets too and dial him. He picks up in the third ring.

"Hey! What's up?" He says, sounds mouthful like he's eating something. Probably eating mouthful of muffins made by Sarah that Tess was talking about.

Or maybe Sarah's mouthful tits, who knows?

"Just cut the bullshit, are you eating muffins?" I hear him chewing.

"Yes, how did you know?" He asks after gulping down quickly.

"Is Tessa there?" Hope not, so I make the plan with no worry of her now listening to Landon.

"Yes, do you want to talk to her?"

"No!" I literally shout. "Move away from there. Go into your room or outside the apartment so Tessa can't hear you." I demand.

"Why-"

"Do what I'm saying!" I command my step brother.

"Okay," he mumbles. "Now talk, asshole," he says, annoyance in his voice.

"Where are you and where is Tess?" I ask for confirmation, if she is around the hearing radius of him or not.

"I'm in my room and she's in the living room with Nora watching TV so don't worry, she wouldn't hear anything I say." He assures me.

"Okay, I'm coming there." I tell him.

"In New York?" What a stupid question.

"Obviously." I roll my eyes at him, though he can't see.

"Why?" What? "I mean what if Tessa don't want you here or don't wanna see you, you know how she can be about you?" He explains.

"If she wouldn't wanted to see me then why did she met me here in Chicago and also stayed with me in my apartment," I gave him the proper justification that she undoubtedly have no intentions of staying away from me.

"I don't know." He sounds so unsure. "Tessa reprimanded at me for telling Nora that she stayed with you there and not to tell Nora first than her so there friendship doesn't get ruined. I felt jerk for that and it was all because of you," he huffs in vexed.

"Don't come at me. I told you just to let you know and had simple conversation that you asked for. I didn't tell you to do gossip with your woman about my woman. You did that to yourself so don't hit the nail at me." He can't be serious blaming me for what he asked for. He was the one in the first place begged me about how was the date went with Tessa in here, as a concerned friend of her, that's why I told him.

"Whatever," he is probably rolling his eyes right now. "So when are you coming?" He asks in his totally non-interested tone.

"On Friday afternoon." Two fucking days are left.