Ella
I scowl down at my phone, silently scoffing. I'm not George's any longer and he has no say about what I do nor a right to my time.
So what if things didn't work out with his secretary? I'm not some rebound for him and I'm not with him.
I don't understand what I have to do for George to actually come to terms with that, seeing as he still won't leave me alone despite how clear I made my feelings.
Maybe it's time for a restraining order.
"Ella—Ella!"
I sigh heavily, going to hang up before the phone is gently pulled from my hands, and I look up in surprise to see Vinny who gives me a smirk before bringing the phone up to his ear.
"Mr. Wickham! Hello, I'd say it's a pleasure but judging from my dear sister's expression, it hasn't been."
Damn. Right for the throat immediately, his cheerful tone doing nothing to hide the venom inside of it.
"Who is this?"