Page 2 of Undeniable Love

Clearing her throat loudly, she smiled serenely, enjoying the deer-in-the-headlights look they gave her. “I think in light of current events, we should cancel today’s shoot,” she said before lifting her phone and aiming it at them. A few taps had the camera app open and she snapped a picture. With a pointed look at Blake, she added, “Now we’ve captured your reaction to getting caught with your pants down. Or rather, just your fly.”

“Lucy, I can explain…” he said, stumbling after her as he zipped his pants.

“Save it,” she said, already in motion toward the exit.

Reaching out, Blake tried to grab her arm and she swung back at him, effectively catching him off guard. She’d grown up with brothers and knew how to defend herself in every possible situation. If she wanted to, she could knock his teeth out, break his nose, or any number of things to cause serious bodily harm. But when she looked at him, she realized she didn’t want to.

“Don’t touch me,” she warned. “Don’t ever touch me again.”

“I know this looks bad, but…”

She held up a hand to stop him. “You do not want to talk to me right now. I’m going to leave, and you’re going to let me.”

He repeated her name, but she could tell he was more annoyed than apologetic.

The prick.

“You’re not going to call me or show up at my home or business. And…I can’t emphasize this strongly enough, you will not call my mother or any other member of my family. No one knows about this until I say so. Got it?”

Now he was definitely annoyed.

“Be reasonable. We need to talk about this. We’re supposed to have dinner with my parents tonight. We’ll need to talk before that.”

And for some reason, that made her laugh.

Hard.

“I’m not going to dinner with you, Blake. Not tonight, and not ever again.”

“What the hell am I supposed to tell them? They’re expecting us both! We’re meeting with the florist!”

“Why don’t you take Paris with you? After all, it seems like she was filling in just fine for me a few minutes ago.” And while his jaw was still on the floor, she left. The slam of the massive studio door sounded extremely satisfying, and as she reached into her purse and pulled out her sunglasses, she casually made her way to her car.

It took all of five minutes of driving for her to wonder what was wrong with her.

Like…seriously, what was wrong with her?

Shouldn’t I be more upset? Crying? Ready to turn around and throw a hissy fit?

While she wasn’t head over heels in love with Blake, she’d cared enough about him to want to marry him. Shouldn’t she be feeling…something right now? Even more rage would be appropriate, but the only thing she was genuinely feeling was hunger.

“Now I can eat a cheeseburger without worrying about that stupid dress or pictures,” she said with a smile, pulling into the first parking lot she came to so she could text her BFF Gemma.

Lucy: Hey! Meet me at the pub ASAP!

It was a Saturday afternoon and Lucy knew for a fact that Gemma would be home. She just hoped she had her phone nearby.

Gemma: Done with the photoshoot already? Will I get to see pictures?

Grinning, Lucy nodded.

Lucy: Oh, you’ll definitely get to see one.

Gemma: Only one? Jeez, is Blake prohibiting you from showing them? Lol!

Gemma: Sorry, just kidding.

Lucy: Can you meet me at the pub? Please?

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