The Contract Said No Strings Attached (Charlotte) novel Chapter 200

Thomas shook his head. “Honestly, I think Fitch means it this time. Looks like he’s really fallen for her. Why don’t you just give him a chance?”

Dylan frowned. “It’s not that I don’t want to, but she doesn’t even like Fitch. Besides, I already told him—the woman’s got a kid. He’s the one insisting on playing the homewrecker.”

Thomas stared at him, eyes wide in disbelief. “That jerk Fitch actually wants to be the other man? And he didn’t even tell me something this big? No way. He’s out of line, and we need to stop him before he does something stupid.”

Dylan took another sip of his whiskey, clearly done with the conversation.

Meanwhile, Rebecca had no idea Dylan hadn’t managed to talk sense into Fitch. The next day, just as she stepped out of the office, she ran into Fitch again.

He was behind the wheel of a flashy blue sports car, its sleek lines and glistening paint catching the last rays of the setting sun. Fitch rolled down the window and shouted her name across the parking lot. “Raina! Over here!”

Heads turned. Some coworkers looked at her with envy, others started whispering.

Rebecca felt her cheeks flush with embarrassment. The last thing she wanted was to be the center of this kind of attention. She quickened her pace, heading in the opposite direction, silently wishing she could just disappear.

She hadn’t even made it a few steps before Fitch’s engine roared to life and the car pulled up beside her, the noise making her wince.

He leaned out, grinning. “Raina, let me give you a ride home.”

Rebecca shot him a look and shook her head. “No thanks, I can get home on my own.”

Fitch wasn’t ready to give up. “Come on, don’t be so distant! My car’s comfortable and fast—why walk when you can ride in style?”

Fitch watched her walk away, a growing sense of frustration gnawing at him. He slumped back in the driver’s seat, tapping his fingers on the wheel, a deep frown on his face.

He wasn’t used to rejection. Usually, women came running with just a snap of his fingers.

But Raina was different—tough, impossible to impress with money or status. Oddly, that only intrigued him more.

Still, if he pushed any harder now, he knew he’d only drive her further away.

With that, Fitch decided to back off—for now.