Hendrix - Kelsey Clayton Page 0,20
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“Good morning, beautiful,” Topher greets me as I'm brushing my hair.
“Morning.”
After the night he laid a hand on me, he's been super apologetic. I got flowers for a week straight, each filled with cute little love notes about how much I mean to him. I decided to believe him when he said it was a mistake and leave it in the past.
“I was thinking,” he says as he comes to stand beside me. “Why don't you and Brenna come to the set with me today? I've missed you two, and it would be nice to spend the day together.”
The idea would be tempting, being as we haven't had much time together in a while, but I remember the last time we went there with him. Brenna was bored out of her mind, and it was almost impossible to keep her quiet while they were filming. A movie set just isn't the place for a five-year-old, but he doesn’t seem to understand that.
“I would, but we have plans,” I reply with a mock frown.
“Oh? What are you up to?”
I shrug. “I told Maddie we would meet her for lunch, and then Colby wants to take Brenna to the batting cages.”
He scoffs. “Colby. Of fucking course.”
“Don't start this again, please,” I beg, but it's no use.
Topher rolls his eyes. “Well forgive me for being pissed that a spineless asshole has gotten to see my fiancée more than I have lately.”
I exhale slowly and put my brush down before going to leave. “I'm not having this argument, again.”
Before I can go anywhere, his hand wraps around my wrist and squeezes tightly. “Don't you dare walk away from me.”
His grip sends a pain up my arm, and no matter how much I try to pull away, he doesn't relent. “Let me go. You're hurting me.”
He lets go but shoves me away from him in the process. “Go spend the day with your boyfriend. Maybe the two of you will rekindle the flame.”
As he storms away, a part of me considers stopping him, but I'm too concerned about the finger marks left behind on my arm. So much for being sorry. And to top it off, if it bruises, which I would be surprised if it didn't, it's going to be a pain in the ass to hide.
Fucking lovely.
SINCE THE INCIDENT WITH Topher this morning, my mood has completely plummeted. Even my favorite restaurant is failing in cheering me up. Brenna is coloring with Maddie while I scroll through my phone. Tweets between Topher and his female co-star are trending right now, and they're enough to cause speculation.
“Have you seen this?” I ask Maddie and pass her my phone.
Confusion etches across her face as she reads. “What the fuck?”
“Mads.”
Brenna giggles. “Aunt Maddie said a bad word.”
She winces. “Sorry, what the heck.”
I take back my phone and put it down on the table. “We had an argument this morning, and I guess this is his way of getting back at me.”
“That's not right, S. He shouldn't be doing anything to make you feel bad, and especially not something this public.”
She has a point, but he's going to do whatever he wants, regardless of what I say. “What can I even do about it? If I get mad, he'll spew some crap about it being for work.”
“You could always ditch the loser. Even someone whose name rhymes with Molby Mendrix is waiting in line for a chance with you.”
I roll my eyes. “Not this again. I told you. He has a girlfriend. One I was forced to spend time with last night, mind you.”
Chiming in even though I didn't even know she was listening, Brenna says “Lennon isn’t Colby’s girlfriend.”
“Yes, she is!”
Brenna pouts. “Is not.”
My brows raise as I look at my all-knowing tiny human. “Oh yeah? And how do you know that?”
“I asked her,” she answers, like it's not a big deal.
“You what?” Maddie and I gape at the five-year-old gossip columnist in the making.
Brenna looks back down at her coloring page. “Last night, when Colby went to talk to you outside. I asked if Colby is her boyfriend and she said no. She said they're just friends.”
I don't know what I'm more surprised at—that they're not together or that my child had enough balls to ask. I chuckle in disbelief as I look away from Brenna and back at Maddie. My best friend bounces her eyebrows at me suggestively, and I throw the crumbled up straw wrapper at her.
Colby being single doesn't change anything.
BATTING CAGES