Page 14 of Mister Stark

I swallowed the passion down my throat and glared up at him. “Yes, it is, isn’t it, Daxon?”

He simply stared at me and wouldn’t respond. He completely ignored the fact he couldn’t let his son live a life that didn’t revolve around him twenty-four-seven. Dylan had a life now with me and he just couldn’t accept it.

God, I hated him.

“Right, well, I don’t have time for this and our cake appointment awaits.” I beamed as I returned his ignorance with a flick of my hair over my shoulder and turned my back towards him.

He didn’t deserve my time of day.

I strolled over towards the elevator and pushed the button to leave the fiftieth floor. All I felt was his eyes burn into my backside and I couldn’t help but wonder what he thought. The brain waves that made him work and be the cold-hearted man he was.

But I couldn't care less.

He was a rude, mean and an ignorant prick. I hated him and he hated me. But he tormented me in ways I had never known before.

The elevator doors opened as I stepped inside and hit the main floor button without another thought. I wouldn’t look up to meet his eyes because he didn’t deserve it from me. I gave him the cold shoulder and treated him the same way he always treated me. Nothing but distrust and hate.

The elevator doors were almost closed when I heard his smooth and rich tone breath. “His favorite cake flavor is chocolate fudge.”

But the elevator doors collapsed shut and reflected my shocked face within its mirrored walls at his sweet gesture.

EIGHT

Dress of my Dreams

“Hurry! We don’t wantto be late.” I breathed as I patted my best friend’s shoulder and my keys jiggled.

I put them back into my purse and looked down the busy city street. Enormous signs hung outside each shop as we rushed past them and looked for a particular boutique. A famous one and one of the best. The most expensive wedding designer in the entire world. She’d provide me with the best options of bridal gowns for our big day. It would be an extravagant event, and Dylan wanted the best.

“Well, we better get our asses in gear!” Paisley shouted as she grabbed my hand and we giggled.

“There it is. Look, up ahead!” I exclaimed with excitement and pointed in the boutique's direction.

Our heels scurried across the pavement, and we entered through the front doors. We didn’t even have to touch them as they moved on their own and the glass circled. We followed the doors path, and it led us through. But our eyes lit up in awe as soon as we walked through those front doors.

The company painted the walls with deep purple and white wedding gowns hung off of each mannequin. Lace, crystals and satin met our eyes. The light inside was bright enough to reflect the glare of each glimmer of those wedding dresses, and my vision twinkled with delight at the sight.

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