Let’s forget about this whole stupid idea. I need to let Louis deal with him, especially since it involves Bruel Industries. That was a close one, huh?”
I’m a little speechless, but since lying comes natural to me, I just smile and say, “Saved by the bell. We just won’t answer him. I’ll block his number so he won’t be able to text or call me back, or well, he thinks it’s you.” Oh Lord, what have I done?
“Perfect, I’m sure he was just trying to use me to get back at Louis for his sister’s sake anyway. I must have it stamped on my forehead: ‘I’m a gullible fool, lie to me.’ I don’t need that kind of book about my husband floating around. Can you imagine if Rose were to find out about it? You know how mean kids can be, I’m sure they would make fun of her and it would be all over the news. And if Will has pictures of me naked in bed with him from St. Lucia, that would be catastrophic. I think Louis would definitely murder him.” She falls back on the couch and covers her face with her hands in horror. No doubt imagining Louis’ face if naked pictures of her hit the tabloids.
This Will guy is starting to sound like a big douche, and suddenly, a plan started materializing in my head of chaining him to the bed until he signs a few legal documents that I’m itching to draw-up, making sure he won’t try to hurt Louis by dragging Emily and those beautiful kids through the gutter…son of a bitch. The only way to hurt Louis Bruel is by hurting what he loves most in the world, and I believe that Will probably worked that out for himself by now. I will most definitely keep our meeting, but my goal now needs to be ensuring that my best friend and her children will not be used as a pawn by Will Knight, in his sister’s grand scheme of revenge.
Emily finally leaves to go back home and I’m left all alone in my new, beautiful, temporary abode until I figure out where the fuck I want to start building a new worthless life for my lonely self. I mean, the path my life is on right now is pure crap, how much worse could it possibly get? Gavin and I are done, we used each other to the max and there is nothing left to our relationship, not even a friendship. I need to somehow rewire my brain and my heart to forget about the only man that ever mattered. I know he loves me, but it’s not enough. I need to start a life, a family; I’ve waited too long. I have no one to blame but myself and I accept it, and I’m moving on. I hear my phone buzzing with a text message, but I need to shower quickly and get ready to meet Will the asshole and set him straight once and for all. No one messes with my girl and lies to her…well, I lie to her, but I do it for her own good. She needed to have an adventurous friend that she lived vicariously through and that was me. None of the lies I’ve ever told Emily were meant to hurt her. The only person that pays and got hurt by all those stories was and is me.
The shower at my new penthouse is incredible. The hot water cascades down from the ceiling with at least ten jets pounding at my sad limbs. I look at my reflection through the thick glass shower door and wonder to myself what is it about me that is not quite desirable enough? What is it about me that he can’t seem to let go of and yet not quite adequate to be his everything? Maybe I need to get my boobs done? I’m tall, I could use bigger boobs to look sexier. Who am I kidding? I would never alter my body for a man, especially since he’s never once mentioned a need for my breasts to be fuller. He loves me as I am; it’s just that in our case, love is not always enough.
An hour later I’m out of the shower with steam still coming off my body. Jeff and I could never shower together because I only bathe in scalding-hot water. Last time he joined me in the shower, he said he got second-degree