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But I love you, too.
All I want to do is stay in bed.
But you have a new car and…you know…housing to win.
So, you won’t stay in bed. You’ll go.
I glare at the phone as I swipe mascara onto my lashes, lifting it to text back.
Yeah, I’ll go.
And you’ll have fun!
Do I even know what fun is?
Discover it. Tav is using you, just use him back.
It’s more complicated than that, Charls.
Because you have feelings for him.
I wish I didn’t.
Use those feelings to make sure you win this thing, babe.
Why did she have to sell me to Darius? None of this would be happening if things had stayed the way they were.
I think it’s better this way.
Well, that makes one of us.
Just have fun.
I dab a pretty pink color onto my lips and type.
I’ve gotta go.
FUN!
Before Remira got it in her head to sell me off to Daruis Taviera, I’d planned to stay living at home until I got my inheritance. It had always been my dream to work at Laurier Lines, the company my grandmother had loved dearly, and had put so much of herself, and her life, into. Remira thought it distasteful when women worked, so I’d kept that goal to myself, knowing that I only had to wait to be in possession of my trust before I could leave home for good, go to school, and live my life how I wanted to live it.
Then, three months ago, everything changed. I learned I was engaged to a man who’d always given me chills. Shortly after Ophelia did what she did, to save face, Remira agreed to ‘support’ her daughters love for a man who’d been married to Remira’s best friend. We started seeing them more and more, family dinners, events, things like that. Darius was always there for those events, and the way he watched me—the cool interest in his dark eyes—it had always made me want to hide.
I hadn’t known how on-spot my intuition was until I’d worn his ring on my finger, and he’d begun to whisper his intentions in my ear.
But that’s as far as things had ever gone between us. Him tormenting me with a future I dreaded. Me disconnecting from everything—until I got the courage to run, literally, for my life.
It just so happens that I had nowhere else to run but here, to a man who doesn’t believe a word I say. To a man who looks at me like I’m a burden. A bother. Something gross he’d like to scrape off the underside of his boot.
Lifting the little bag I’ve packed with my swimsuit, wrap, and lotion, I leave the safety of my room where I’ve hidden all day. My heart riots against the act in my chest with every step I take.
“She emerges.”
I shoot him a pointed glare. One he deserves. “We have a deal.”
He dips his chin. “We do. You ready, then?”
“Yep.” Spinning on my heel, I move to the front door. He follows as a crack of thunder rocks the house, and my eyes lift to his. “I don't know how much swimming we're going to be doing.”
