Chapter 4: The Last Straw
The next morning, when I woke up, Savannah was still asleep.
Her phone kept lighting up—every profile pic and name belonged to some influencer-type pretty boy.
I didn't bother reading the messages.
I plugged in her phone—battery was almost dead.
As I stepped past Savannah, she grabbed my ankle.
"Help me out."
Her voice was still husky from sleep—dangerously sexy.
A year ago, I would've jumped at the chance.
But now…
I hesitated. "Babe, the director's coming by today—I can't be late."
Savannah didn't look happy.
Before leaving, I made sure to tell her, "Baby, I'm going on a business trip for three days. Take care of yourself."
Just in case she hadn't heard, I texted her the same thing.
Still, I wasn't totally at ease.
I remembered she'd set my iMessage notifications to Do Not Disturb.
So I messaged one of her so-called friends: "Hey, I'll be on a business trip for three days. Mind keeping an eye on Savannah? Thanks :)"
I got to work on time.
That night, I worked late.
My boss even checked in on me: "Dylan, the business trip's been postponed. No need to rush those materials—go home early!"
"I'll leave as soon as I finish this."
Even so, I didn't clock out until 10:30.













