one morning. If Tyler had anything to do with it, I
swear I just may fucking kill him. She’s
mine . They are both mine. He knows how possessive and jealous I am. The fucker is
probably just trying to rattle my cage. And
I’m letting him.
Sitting in traffic this
morning irks me much more than usual. I slam my hand against the horn
impatiently, my foot itching to ram against the accelerator. So
this is what the descent into madness feels like.
Walking into the hospital, I send a
text message.
Sorry baby, I can’t see you for a few days. Things are not so
great at home.
I hit send. Aria won’t
reply. She’ll be good and pissed when she reads it. I sigh and
shove the phone back into my pocket, praying that today is crazy busy
at the hospital, just so I can take my mind off of the rest of my
life.
I get my wish. The ER
is chaos, and I’m very grateful. I barely have time to breathe, let
alone think. I do agree to meet Chayse for lunch, since I blew him
off this morning. Upon entering the cafeteria, I see him, as usual,
punching another random number into his phone. I shake my head, in
both exacerbation and envy.
He manages to tear his
eyes from the blonde nurse he’s chatting up, nods, and walks over
to an empty table, where I join him.
“You need to quit
playing games and work,” I say.
“I am working. See
that, she needs a security escort to her car later. That’s what I
was doing,” Chayse replies with a grin.
“Whatever,” I say,
eyeing the counter, not even the slightest bit hungry.
“Everything okay,
man?” Chayse asks, with as much sympathy as two grown ass men
having a conversation will allow.
“Yeah, just Emily,
and this wedding thing, and my mother—” I lie, with a perfectly
straight face. I’m getting so good at deceiving people. It’s
starting to feel wrong, even to me.
Just as Chayse is about
to reply, my phone rings on the table. My mother’s name flashes
across the screen.
“Oh look, there’s
Lilith, the original she-demon now. I’m gonna go grab lunch,”
Chayse quips before standing and walking over to the counter. Chayse
has an intense dislike for my mother, and the feeling is mutual on
her end.
“Hello,” I say
tiredly.
“Blake, I transferred
the funds over at your request. Did you get them?” Eliza asks.
No ‘hello, how are
you?’ No ‘just checking to see that your life isn’t falling to
shit’. “I haven’t checked,” I say shortly.
“I hear your brother
is back in town,” she says curtly.
“Yeah, I saw him
yesterday,” I say, my anger instantly reigniting.
“And—?” she asks.
“And, he’s still
the same little punk that he was two years ago,” I say shortly, not
wanting to expand on the statement at all.
“Blake, need I remind
you that everyone is expecting a wedding shortly? My son, and his
fiancée, Emily. Remember our deal. Don’t think I don’t know
where my money goes. Emily is a far better choice for you. And I
won’t support you or your marriage to anyone else,” my mother
says cattily. I know exactly what she means. Who she means.
“What did you say to
Emily at lunch yesterday?” I ask.
“I just tested her a
little. She passed, since she hasn’t left you,” she replies.
“Yet,” I say. “She
was asking a lot of questions this morning.”
“Well, just keep her
happy, keep the rest of your affairs in order, and keep her away from your brother. The last thing I want
to deal with is another colossal mess due to some juvenile rivalry.”
she says sternly before ending the call.
I toss the phone onto
the table and lean back in the chair, running my hands through my
hair. Now I really have lost my
appetite . I still haven’t received a reply to my text
message from earlier. I don’t expect to.
Chayse returns with an
overloaded tray, and plonks it down unceremoniously on the table,
sending gravy splashing everywhere.
“Dude, seriously!”
I scold, wiping a stray drop from my phone’s screen. I
hate
swear I just may fucking kill him. She’s
mine . They are both mine. He knows how possessive and jealous I am. The fucker is
probably just trying to rattle my cage. And
I’m letting him.
Sitting in traffic this
morning irks me much more than usual. I slam my hand against the horn
impatiently, my foot itching to ram against the accelerator. So
this is what the descent into madness feels like.
Walking into the hospital, I send a
text message.
Sorry baby, I can’t see you for a few days. Things are not so
great at home.
I hit send. Aria won’t
reply. She’ll be good and pissed when she reads it. I sigh and
shove the phone back into my pocket, praying that today is crazy busy
at the hospital, just so I can take my mind off of the rest of my
life.
I get my wish. The ER
is chaos, and I’m very grateful. I barely have time to breathe, let
alone think. I do agree to meet Chayse for lunch, since I blew him
off this morning. Upon entering the cafeteria, I see him, as usual,
punching another random number into his phone. I shake my head, in
both exacerbation and envy.
He manages to tear his
eyes from the blonde nurse he’s chatting up, nods, and walks over
to an empty table, where I join him.
“You need to quit
playing games and work,” I say.
“I am working. See
that, she needs a security escort to her car later. That’s what I
was doing,” Chayse replies with a grin.
“Whatever,” I say,
eyeing the counter, not even the slightest bit hungry.
“Everything okay,
man?” Chayse asks, with as much sympathy as two grown ass men
having a conversation will allow.
“Yeah, just Emily,
and this wedding thing, and my mother—” I lie, with a perfectly
straight face. I’m getting so good at deceiving people. It’s
starting to feel wrong, even to me.
Just as Chayse is about
to reply, my phone rings on the table. My mother’s name flashes
across the screen.
“Oh look, there’s
Lilith, the original she-demon now. I’m gonna go grab lunch,”
Chayse quips before standing and walking over to the counter. Chayse
has an intense dislike for my mother, and the feeling is mutual on
her end.
“Hello,” I say
tiredly.
“Blake, I transferred
the funds over at your request. Did you get them?” Eliza asks.
No ‘hello, how are
you?’ No ‘just checking to see that your life isn’t falling to
shit’. “I haven’t checked,” I say shortly.
“I hear your brother
is back in town,” she says curtly.
“Yeah, I saw him
yesterday,” I say, my anger instantly reigniting.
“And—?” she asks.
“And, he’s still
the same little punk that he was two years ago,” I say shortly, not
wanting to expand on the statement at all.
“Blake, need I remind
you that everyone is expecting a wedding shortly? My son, and his
fiancée, Emily. Remember our deal. Don’t think I don’t know
where my money goes. Emily is a far better choice for you. And I
won’t support you or your marriage to anyone else,” my mother
says cattily. I know exactly what she means. Who she means.
“What did you say to
Emily at lunch yesterday?” I ask.
“I just tested her a
little. She passed, since she hasn’t left you,” she replies.
“Yet,” I say. “She
was asking a lot of questions this morning.”
“Well, just keep her
happy, keep the rest of your affairs in order, and keep her away from your brother. The last thing I want
to deal with is another colossal mess due to some juvenile rivalry.”
she says sternly before ending the call.
I toss the phone onto
the table and lean back in the chair, running my hands through my
hair. Now I really have lost my
appetite . I still haven’t received a reply to my text
message from earlier. I don’t expect to.
Chayse returns with an
overloaded tray, and plonks it down unceremoniously on the table,
sending gravy splashing everywhere.
“Dude, seriously!”
I scold, wiping a stray drop from my phone’s screen. I
hate
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