Grabbins Narrative

We left my floor through the emergency stairs and down one floor. Once we reached the 37th floor, we walked down a hallway until he stopped four doors down and pulled a key from his pocket to unlock a door. “Come, Isabel. I want to show you something.” Placing his hand on my lower back, he guided me inside the apartment.

Looking around the apartment from the front door, I noticed a familiarity and shuddered. “Please tell me you didn’t move to this building? Oh…God. Brian is going to flip. Are you crazy?” “I am crazy for you.” He replied boldly and smiled.

Pulling me inside his apartment, he locked the door behind him quickly. “We don’t have much time, so let me tell you what I find out about your Brian Ross. He is a womanizer who cheated on his fiancée with her best friend. If you don’t believe me, ask him. It was in all the tabloids. Rebecca Hicks is his ex fiancée. The same Rebecca Hicks he was photographed leaving an event two days ago. Look it up if you don’t believe me.”

Handing me a tabloid, he pointed at a picture. Grabbing the tabloid from his grasp, I stared at the picture of Rebecca and Brian as my lungs emptied. Soon after, I became lightheaded.”

“I told you, I was attending a function. I invited you to that function. Did you forget? When I departed, it was late, so I went home, where you should have been. Remember?” He murmured infuriated. “Why is there a picture of you and Rebecca leaving the event together on a tabloid magazine?” He laughed. “Really, Isabel? For a smart woman you ask stupid questions. Think about it. She was at the event. We were leaving at the same time, but not together. She greeted me at the exit and they snapped the picture. Gossip sells magazines. Why would I leave a function with a woman I am allegedly fucking knowing paparazzi will take my picture? For Christ sake, why would I asked you to move in with me if I am seen