Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 164263 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 821(@200wpm)___ 657(@250wpm)___ 548(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 164263 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 821(@200wpm)___ 657(@250wpm)___ 548(@300wpm)
“Right.” Her eyes hold mine. “You okay?”
“Yep.” I force a smile.
Not really, I’m hanging on to my sanity by a thread, but damn it, I’m going to fake it till I make it. Like that motivational book says, I can do hard things.
“But there are two guards still out the front.” She frowns.
“I have to put a stop to that as well.” I open my emails.
“Do you want to film this morning?”
“Not today.” I can’t bring myself to act happy. “Tomorrow?”
“Sure.” She disappears out the front and I stare at my cold, hard and lonely computer screen as my heart sobs in silence.
He broke me….
Hard.
PHILIPPE
“Get out of my office,” Edward yells at the top of his voice. “Now.”
The door opens and a man practically runs down the hallway to get out of the line of fire.
Bang.
Something hits the back of the door.
“What the hell is wrong with him this week?” Stefan leans in and whispers.
“No idea,” I whisper back.
“Melissa,” he yells as the door comes flying open. “Where the fuck is my phone charger?”
Melissa comes running with a charger. “I have it here, Mr. Prescott.”
“What good is it out there?” he growls as he snatches it from her. “Don’t take it again.”
“Yes, sir.” She follows him into the office.
“What are you doing in here?” he bellows. “Leave.”
She closes the door as she walks out and widens her eyes at us. “Heaven help us.”
I bite my lip to hide my smile.
Ten minutes pass. “What do you mean?” he yells. “Why are you so fucking incompetent?”
“Who’s he talking to on the phone now?” Stefan mouths.
“Fuck knows, some poor bastard.”
Bang.
Something hits the back of the door again.
“What is he throwing in there?” Stefan frowns. “He’s going to break a window in a minute.”
More time passes, more screaming and more things thrown.
“I’ll go talk to him,” I murmur.
“Are you crazy?”
I knock quietly on the door.
“What?” he yells.
I tentatively open the door. “Mr. Prescott?”
“What do you want?”
“Shall I get the plane ready for a trip to London, sir?”
“What the fuck are you talking about?” he bellows. “Mind your business. I’m fine.”
“I know, sir.” I force a smile. “But I think a trip to London would be very beneficial.”
His eyes rise to meet mine and the look he gives me is sheer evil. “Get out before I fucking strangle you with this charger cord.”
“Yes, sir.” I close the door behind me.
“How did it go?” Stefan smirks.
“How do you think it went?”
ALORA
The wind and the rain lash against the glass. Sitting on the window bench seat, I sip my tea as I stare out into the storm.
My mind has been a clusterfuck of confusion and hurt, and I honestly don’t know if I could have made more of a mess of my life lately.
I knew Edward Prescott was a walking red flag, but I was right with my underestimate, he was a red carpet.
A giant, loveable, addictive and toxic red carpet.
One that I’m hopelessly in love with and no matter how hard I try to forget him, I can’t escape the feelings I have. The sheer desperation to be with him and share a life.
The worst part is my heart tells me he feels the same but just can’t allow himself to go there with me…but maybe that’s just wishful thinking.
They always say that men aren’t hard to read, that their actions speak louder than words. It’s what they don’t do or say that you need to listen to….
And he does nothing, he gives me nothing other than orgasms and I was dead on the money the other night giving him the third degree. The next morning I was kicking myself for pushing so hard, but as the days have gone past I’m proud of myself for being honest. I wanted more and I told him…. And he ran. I can’t say I’m surprised, just sad.
I get a vision of the life we could have had together, laughing and rolling around in the sheets, a family full of love and children, growing old together…and damn, I need to stop this before I have a full mental breakdown over him.
No man is worth this heartache.
Ring, ring…ring, ring…. I glance at the screen: Sis.
I smile, my beautiful sister. The built-in best friend who I can always depend on, she never lets me down. “Hi.”
“Hey, babe,” she says. “How are you?”
“I’m okay,” I lie.
“Did you hear from him?”
“No.” I shrug. “I think it’s officially over.”
“Well, screw him, you can do better anyway.”
My heart twists because I know there isn’t better, he’s the cream of the crop.
“Yeah.” I force a smile. “Screw him.”
“Why don’t you come home for a few days?”
“I can’t, I’ve got to work. Can you come here?”
“I wish, I have to work too.” She falls silent for a moment and we hang on the phone. “Put me on FaceTime, I’m going to wash the dishes while I talk to you.”