Page 14 of Mr. Devereaux

If I were her, I’d be pressuring my sister. There’s more likelihood of Layne having a kid than me. Nobody knows the real reason why I punish myself in this self-made prison. Why I keep myself at arm’s length where women are concerned; those that want more than sex that is.

I tried marriage once, and it was a disaster. Sure. We both had an agenda, and I got to do my thing, and Abigail got to do hers. But that’s not the point. I still feel responsible for her death. Maybe if I’d had more of a say in where she was and what she was doing, things may be different. Then again, I’m probably fooling myself. There was never any controlling her. She was a wild card.

Then there’s Charlize.

I often think of her. What became of her after college.

She has no idea that I paid for her tuition. It wasn’t like that old hag of a Grandmother was going to give her any saving grace. The woman was an absolute pill.

Of course, me and her daughter didn’t marry for the right reasons, but she didn’t know that. I don’t think Evelyn Prescott would honestly like anyone. She never had any kindness in her, that much I know.

Five minutes goes by before my mother texts again.

Mum

Alistair? Are you ignoring me? My phone tells me you read the message

I sigh again.

Me

I’m getting fitted for a suit, Mother. I’m busy.

Mum

Jennifer? How is she?

Me

I’m not interested in Jennifer. I told you I won’t date your friends’ daughters.

Mum

So, you’re not bringing a date?

I can just hear her incredulous gasp. Heaven help if I’m not seen with a beautiful woman on my arm. It’s all about appearances after all.

Me

I don’t know yet.

That’s the honest truth. It’s the farthest thing from my mind.

Mum

Shall I pick a mask for you? I think the silver and black will go with your suit.

Me

Whatever you think will work

Mum

Fine. Don’t blame me if they don’t match. You’ve been no help whatsoever

Me

Love you, too

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