Page 305 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 3
"Nothing good lasts forever."
Kendra laughed and pulled away. "That's not true. Look at Marie and Carter. They're so happy."
"They're the only example of a happy couple that I know. They're the exception. I've just gotten used to the idea that I'm going to end up alone. Like you said, I'm meant to be a cat lady."
Kendra smiled. "Mason sounds a lot better than a clowder of cats. I know you were scared to get back out there. But you shouldn't be scared now. The hard part is finding someone worthy of your love. You've already found him. And from what it sounds like, he's completely smitten with you."
"Until he gets bored with me."
"Hon." Kendra put her hand on top of mine. "Stop selling yourself short. I know how Patrick made you feel. We've all been dumped. It sucks. But it doesn't mean you give up and buy cats."
I laughed. "I know." I was so scared, though. The thought of Mason leaving me too terrified me. Patrick had promised me that he'd never leave me either. A promise was only as sincere as the person giving it. I wanted to believe that Mason was sincere. He seemed so sincere. And that's why it was so scary. Because I believed him. And I loved him. I was so in love with him.
***
The conference room had been turned into a mini theater for the viewing party. Jenkins was sitting at the front next to Mr. Ellington. His left knee kept bouncing up and down, clearly jittery with the anticipation of how all this was going to turn out.
"It's on, it's on! Shhh!" Jenkins yelled as Layla Torrez appeared on the screen. They had dressed her in an outfit that was not at all appropriate for a weather girl to wear. Layla immediately asked what she was guessing today.
The voice of Brian Scott, the news anchor, came through with a touch of humor. "Penis sizes."
The whole conference room laughed at Layla's shocked reaction. But I just felt bad for her. The stupid men at Kruger advertising were making a joke at her expense. This could ruin her career. A few seconds later the segment went to commercial break.
Mr. Ellington stood up and faced all his employees. "Here's to another successful campaign. And to the FCC disbanding." He lifted up his glass of champagne.
It seemed a little early to celebrate the success of the campaign. Layla still had time to run away screaming. "This is so horrible," I whispered to Kendra.
"I thought it would be funny, but I feel really bad for her. Did you see her face?"
"What would you do if it was you?" I asked.
"Well, it's still going to be blurred out, right?"
"I think so?"
"Well, no harm then, I guess," said Kendra.
"They're in a public park in the center of Miami. It's after work. Tons of people are surely walking around."
Kendra shook her head. "That poor girl."
The news came back on but I tuned it out. "Jenkins is such an ass. Imagine if he were in her position."
Kendra laughed. "No one would watch the segment if Jenkins was the one guessing. Unless he was in that dress. Hell, I'd watch that."
"Gross." I looked up at the screen. Layla had just pulled out a ruler and was measuring some sweaty guy's junk. "Thank God they blurred it out."
"The FCC may not be censoring shit, but no respectable news station would show a flaccid dick to the general public. But considering how low cut her top is, he's probably erect."
"Do we really have to sit here and watch this?"
"It's kind of hilarious though. Oh my God." Kendra nudged my shoulder and pointed to the screen.
"What?" I turned my head toward the T.V. Layla Torrez was taking off her dress. "She barely ever guesses wrong."
"What a terrible day to lose."
"That whole park is seeing her in her underwear. Or not..." Layla had just turned away from the camera and unhooked her bra. "Isn't Sword going to get backlash from torturing a weather girl?"
