Page 78 of Obeying Mr Kingsley
I glance at Sebastian’s sister and wait for her to say something.She doesn’t.Just dives into her salad and nods.
“I guess that’s who he is,” I offer.
“Yeah.We reduced it from three hundred guests to one fifty, so I suppose it’s a compromise.”
Jesus.
One hundred and fifty.Only twenty of them will be Emily’s people.
Would marrying Mason be the same?
What an irrational thought.
He can’t even stand to spend a day with me, let alone a lifetime.
I know I made some dick comments when Emily first came to America, about them being handsome billionaires, and they are.But now I know them all a little better, and they are just people.
Obviously, Mason is a jerk.
Colt is funny but distant, always seems to be distracted.Zander is an interesting dichotomy of professional and cheeky.
Drew is extremely good-looking, but aside from the odd moment, emotionally distant.It’s sexy, though.
Not sexy in the way I was...am...attracted to Mason.Drew was flirting with me yesterday, and when I saw it upset Mason, I stepped away.
For Emily.
Sleeping with two of their friends would just complicate things further.
Liar.You still want Mason.
I suck down more of my drink.Clearly, I am not drunk enough to think clearly.
It doesn’t matter.I’m leaving America after the wedding.I’ll stay with my parents and then work out what I do with my life.
I have never hated anyone as much as I hate Johnathan.For hitting on me in the stairwell.For lying.For setting me up and taking away any chance of having a good future.
But what can I do?
He’s destroyed my life.
I want to be here for Emily, but her problems seem a little less life threatening than mine at the moment.I’m stuck.I don’t know how to fix this and not end up on the streets.
Here or in the United Kingdom.
And the worst part is that I feel like Mason is right.If someone offered me money right now, I’d do almost anything for it.
Which makes me hate him.
And I don’t want to hate him if I’m honest.I want to cry against his chest and have him believe in me.I want him to fight for me like I’m some heroine in a story that needs a powerful warrior.
To destroy my enemy.
Because alone, I have failed.
And I keep failing.
Depression is tugging at the corners, but I will stay strong for Emily, and then when I get home, I can let go.
