Page 52 of David's Love

“I want to go home,” I say quietly. “I don’t know. I don’t feel well,” I add, using the opportunity she's practically handed me to get out of going to tonight’s party and tomorrow's one as well.

“Sure. We can go. Something happened?” she asks as we spin around and head to the door.

“No. Nothing happened,” I say in a cold voice made of steel.

How can I explain to her what I’ve just seen?

Oh my.

Rain knew that all along. Of course she did. And James knew that too.

The day I asked her to sign my book, she recognized it as part of her special edition, yet she forgot to mention these books were all numbered, and she most likely knew who had bought that book and gifted it to me.

9

ELIZABETH

I feelrelieved when I enter my place, remove my boots, and lock the door before heading straight to the kitchen.

I place my Viking hat and fake sword on the table, grab a bottle of water from the fridge, and sink into a chair, my stare blank.

“Fuck me,” I slowly murmur before gulping down some water.

‘Why do you care so much?’the voice in my head murmurs.‘Besides, you don’t even know what they know. They’ve never pestered you with questions about it.’

Yeah. Well, I beg to different. James kind of wants to know if I’m messing with his business partner.

And Rain?

Hmm. Rain… What can I say?

She knows David intimately. And I don’t care how far in the past their story goes. And that they moved on and their lives are much different today.

She might still be a little curious about me in connection to him.

‘They didn’t talk.’

‘And you know that how?’I respond.

The voice in my head makes a dismissive gesture.

‘Come on. Nobody cares that you and Mr. Moore hit the sheets once in a while.’

It’s not about that, and she knows it, but I agree. They have better things to do than be concerned with me.

David and I are not their business.

However, what David does is important when it comes to James’ real business.

With that being said, if they haven’t said anything to me, I won’t make a fool of myself by going around and trying to explain myself to people.

The question is… Should I tell David about this or not?

And speaking of that.

I glance at my phone and ponder my next move for a moment before picking it up and sending David a message.

He needs ten more minutes––he says.

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