Chapter 0185


    Jerome and | each give a little shout of surprise as | smack bodily into him.| stumble back a few steps, wheeling my arms a little


    to find my bnce. Jerome is there, luckily, catching me by the shoulders and holding me steady.Published by N?v''elD/rama.Org.


    “Well, Miss Fay,” he says, his voice hardly more than a whisper as he nces towards the office door. “And where were youst


    night?”


    “Nowhere,” | say, smug, shaking my hair back from my shoulders and gathering up my dignity as | find my bnce. Jerome


    releases me, crossing his arms smugly over his chest as he grins at me. “I was just...getting a pen. From the office.”


    “Fay,” Jerome says, his face breaking out into a wicked smile. “If you think | don’t know whose bedroom is through the bookcase


    in that office —


    “What!” | hiss, my face dropping. “Does everyone know the secrets of his house except me!?”


    Jerome justughs, shaking his head. “So, how was he, Fay? Come on. I’m dying to know.”


    “Ew,” | say, wrinkling my nose at him. “You''re seriously asking this about your boss?”


    “My hot boss,” Jerome whispers, raising his eyebrow at me. “And I’m just asking — you''re the one taking action with your maybe-


    father-inw —*


    My mouth drops open at Jerome’s gall and then | realize something, ncing at the stairs. Jerome — he wasing down them.


    At four in the morning. | don’t actually know where Jerome sleeps, but it’s certainly not in one of Kent’s guest rooms.


    “And where were you, Jerome?” | ask, crossing my arms and blinking up innocently at him. “Speaking of taking action within the


    Lippert family — did you happen to see my maybe-fiancést night?”


    “Actually,” Jerome replies, hesitating, his whole demeanor changing as he nces around to make sure we''re alone. Then,


    making a quick decision, Jerome grabs my hand and pulls me towards the kitchen. Confused but curious, | follow without protest


    as Jerome pushes open the door and leads me towards the fridge in the empty kitchen.


    “What are we doing here?” | whisper.


    “Getting orange juice,” Jerome murmurs in reply, dropping my hand to pull the juice out of the fridge and grabbing two clean


    sses off of the rack next to the sink. “So that we have a reason why we''re talking, if anyonees across us. We both just


    came down here, independently, and happened to be thirsty at the same time. Okay?”


    “Ooooookay,” | say, agreeing to it even though | think this story is a little unnecessarily borate. Jerome pours me a ss and


    hands it to me and then begins to whisper to me as he pours his own.


    “Actually,” he says, picking up where he left off, “Daniel is really pissed at you.”


    “What?” | breathe, looking up at Jerome with wide eyes. “Why?”


    “That’s why he called me up to his roomst night,” Jerome continues. “He usually doesn’t... mean, he doesn’t let mee up


    to his room with him unless he’s feeling a little reckless. He knows we’d both be fucked if we got caught. We usually go to my


    ce, or —*


    “Really?” | ask, my eyes still wide, tilting my head to the side. “Where''s your ce?”


    “Seriously, Fay?” Jerome asks, twisting his lips at me a little. “All of this — and that’s what you ask?”


    I shrug, still wanting to know. He just rolls his eyes and moves on.


    “Listen,” he continues, taking a brisk


    drink of his juice, era) Kent


    said something to letjasCight |


    consuieene. That Daniel


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    around the empty room, not even


    wanting to say it aloud even though


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    “Really?” | breathe, shocked. Kent hadn’t said anything to mest night about a fight — hadn’t even given a hint that there was


    any discord — “Oh my god. | thought he...he hadn’t guessed.”


    “| think Kent''s known for a while,”


    Jerome sighs, shaking his head


    looking down pis jets" Boe he


    eitheraidedAwant to face it, or...who


    knows, Fay. Actually, you probably


    know him now better than most of


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    | frown at this, shaking my head a


    little and thinking that Kent is still an


    enigma to me. Jerome, oddly, has the


    most connections in thi ighousethat


    riper TE consider this


    ier moment, realizing that despite


    Jerome''s boyish, almost


    golden-retriever personality...that he’s


    actually kind of a great spy. People


    trust him without thinking twice


    about it — | mean, | do. Daniel does.


    And Kent hasn''t kicked him out yet.


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