Page 21 of Shadows of Timber Creek

What a dick.

Let me rescue you. Take care of you. But don’t worry, I’ll leave you here while I go back to my million-dollar house and super models in my bed every other night while you sit alone wondering why you ever thought you would be good enough.

I really did hate him.

He’s in a meeting. I sign forcefully as I push to my feet.

I didn’t have to sit here and eat his stupid soup and listen to him throw things in my face. Things that make me uncomfortable.

But you know why you’re uncomfortable, Tilly.

“It’s nine o’clock at night,” he states.

I clench my hands before I sign. It’s a dinner.

“I’m sure drinks and the exclusive strip club to follow? Isn’t that how all those uptight socialites do?” He practically hisses.

You would know, wouldn’t you? I shot back.

My feet carry me across the tile flooring and back into the bathroom. I dig around in my pile of clothes on the floor, searching for my phone. When I find it, I quickly type a message to my sister.

Me: can you please come pick me up at the Roy house. I will explain later.

Within seconds she was sending her reply.

Cami: on the way and no you don’t have to explain.

I almost smiled; she was always so understanding. She’s never been afraid to help me clean up my messes. I lock myself in the bathroom and wait. I wasn’t going to deal with his hypocrisy. Like he wasn’t draped across some random woman every other night of the week.

Fury got the best of me, so I sent Blaine a text.

Me: hey, just letting you know I got into a little accident. I’m ok. My car may not be, but just wanted to let you know I’m not home yet but will be soon.

I press send and blow out a breath. Maybe he’ll come tonight. Stay with me. Help me get my car fixed. Do the things fiancé’s do.

That was wishful thinking. My heart sank when I read his reply.

Blaine: Sorry babe. You needed an upgrade anyway. I prefer you drive a luxury vehicle.

What the ever loving fuck?

I rose to my feet. It's still new. Maybe that’s his way of showing love. Gifts. He wants to get me a new vehicle. Something safe.

With defeated hands I gather up my clothes and finally unlock the door. Greyson still sits in the same place, thighs wide as he watches me with amusement. The soup sits on the tabletop along with the coffee. Guilt hits again. This time for a very different reason.

He’s asked me if I was ok. Gave me clothes. Fed me, while my fiancé couldn’t even send a concerned text message. I stop the emotions before they get out of hand. I was reading into it. Just like I did back then.

Camille sent a text to let me know she was here, so I face Greyson.

Did Adam ask you to come?

He didn’t answer immediately, which was answer enough.

Again, he was dealing with me out of obligation and nothing more.

I nod. That’s what I thought.

Then I slip on my boots and dart out the door.

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