I stared at Marcus’s message.
‘Bella, we need to talk.’
My fingers tightened around my phone. I looked at Ryan, who was still standing in the doorway.
“About what?” I typed.
The reply came quickly. ‘Not over text. I’ll tell you tomorrow.’
I frowned and typed back. ‘Why can’t you tell me now?’
This time he took longer to answer. ‘Because I don’t know who might see it.’
My stomach tightened. I glanced at Ryan. He was watching me.
“Keep going. Keep messaging him.” He said.
I locked my phone. “It’s none of your business.”
Ryan gave a quiet laugh. “This in particular is my business.”
I didn’t answer.
He stepped farther into the room. “What are you and Marcus discussing about?”
“I don’t know.”
“You were just texting him.”
I felt my anger rise again. “Yes I was and so? I went to th
