The Best Friend Scandal - Lucia Jordan Page 0,57
as the three little bouncing bubbles showed me that she was typing, but then stopped and restarted a couple of times, only to result in her scantily-worded answer eventually.
“Oh, yeah, guess not. See you tomorrow morning, though?” she texted.
“Sounds good,” I answered back.
I wanted to see her tonight, badly. But this was going to make sure that we could be together every night, so it was necessary. I got into my car and drove several miles until I reached the exact store I was looking for. They didn’t know me here, so as soon as I got out of my car and opened the store’s door to go inside, the saleswoman looked immediately skeptical that I should even be there. What? Was I not following the appropriate billionaire dress code? The one of a kind outfit that made saleswomen swoon both for the commission they knew to expect off of the sale and the fit, male body that they would get a little visual treat of to break up the monotonous day of retail. This woman, however, seemed just snotty.
“Yes,” I said to her. “I’m looking for something rather specific.
I explained what I wanted, and she gave me a verbal warning about how expensive something like that would be. In order to take her down a notch, I had to come clean.
“I don’t think you know who I am,” I said with a smile on my face. “I’m the owner of the brand Luscious.” For a moment, she got silent. I thought she was thinking it over and trying to decide whether she was going to believe me or not.
“Wait right here for a minute,” she said as she went to grab another coworker.
“Yep, that’s him all right,” the other girl said. “Arlo Pratt, most arrogant and rich man in the city.”
Ouch. I didn’t think I was actually either of those things. But at least it was enough to make the saleslady believe that I was who I said I was. I spent a long time in that shop deliberating over a couple of choices until I found exactly what I wanted to get.
“This better be a lucky girl,” she said.
“Trust me,” I said just before I left the store. “I’m the lucky one in this equation.
By the time I got back to my apartment, it was already dark, and I wondered whether I should still try to be productive tonight or just get some rest since tomorrow would be a busy day. I opted for rest and was so thrilled to be getting some sleep that when my head touched down onto my pillow, I squeezed my eyes closed and fell straight asleep.
I dreamed that night, and it was a cool dream that I was happy. I still remembered it in the morning when I woke up. In my dream, Hensley and I were surrounded by forest, which perfectly fit the theme of things. She looked beautiful in my dream and shined with radiance. I seemed to be chasing her in my dreamscape, and it felt like I was trying to give her something. I tried to stay asleep even when my phone alarm went off. I tried to push my eyelids closed and stay asleep for every last minute that I had, but eventually, the beeping got too annoying to let it go on anymore, and I woke up. I was undoubtedly excited about today and for seeing Hensley again. I was excited to see what she had done so far.
“Two more days!” I called to her as I walked up to a storefront that looked nearly finished.
“I’m so excited!” she said.
“How’s it coming along?” I asked.
She didn’t need to say anything because I could see that it was coming along beautifully. I could also see something else in the reflection in the window—Kerynne.
It was a public store, and it did have the kind of fashion that I could see Kerynne would be interested in, so it wasn’t as if it was that weird to see her out and about in the streets of the city. I guess I had just forgotten—or hoped—that since they had all walked out, we wouldn’t need to deal with them anymore. Not that I had anything against them collectively. I just didn’t want any drama today.
“Hey, Kerynne,” I said as I turned around.
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Chapter Nineteen (Hensley)
When I heard Arlo say her name, I turned around. I was surprised to see Kerynne. I didn’t know why, but I had just sort of figured that