My heart skips a beat and I inhale sharply. He knows about me? About us?
God, what is going on?
“You’re lying. Kaylee lost the grant.”
“Yeah, she did.” Mr. Andrews nods. “But we had a change of heart. I saw that she needs the win, so I made it happen.”
My mouth goes dry and I almost fall to my knees. Mr. Andrews gave me the contract? And he didn’t give me the contract because I deserved it. He gave it to me because Ian has something on him that he doesn’t want to get out. Here I was, thinking I got the contract because they truly valued my skills. But that’s far from the truth. I blink off the tears filling my eyelids and open the door wider, stepping in. I deserve answers and I’m going to get them.
Mr. Andrew’s eyes turn to me as I close the door behind.
“Um…speaking of.” He clears his throat and Ian turns to look at me. His eyes go wide and he gulps.
“Lee-Lee, I—”
“I’ll let you guys…work this out.” Mr. Andrews backs away and turns into the banquet hall, leaving me alone with Ian.
“Lee-Lee.”
“You’ve been lying to me.”
“Wait, let me explain.”
“Since the time you got back to Gainesville, you’ve been lying to me.”
“Kaylee.”
“I knew you were hiding something, and everytime I asked you, you lied.”
“Well technically, I—”
“I asked if you knew who your father was, and you said you didn’t.”
“I only got this information after I talked to you about it.” He takes a step closer, but I step back.
“You really expect me to believe that?” I scoff.
“Kaylee, listen. The last time you came to Dylan’s. That was the day my mom finally told me who my father was. I didn’t know before then, I swear.”
I shake my head, looking away.
“Look, Kaylee. I know you don’t understand what’s going on, but I promise, if you give me a chance, I can explain—”
“Explain what exactly?” I snap. “How you played me and used me for weeks because you wanted to get to Mr. Andrews.”
“It’s not like that, Kaylee.”
“Oh really?” I let out a dry laugh. “Please. Tell me how it is then.”
“Look, Mr. Andrews is a bad man; all I’m doing is trying to make sure he gets what he deserves.” He pauses. “He stole my startup idea, back when I was fresh out of college. And he used it to make his business more profitable. Not just that; he’s ruined people’s lives and and done other crazy stuff, and I’m the only one who can stop him.
“But you had to do that by lying to me right?” I nod.
“Kaylee—”
“Everything you did, getting close to me, helping with the shop…it was all planned, right? So you could get what you wanted?”
“No, Kaylee. I swear, I didn’t mean to hurt you.”