Page 80 of Hard To Stay

Chapter Thirty-Two

Lexi

We were stuckin traffic on our way to the fundraiser when Colton glanced at my left hand. “Do you think you can put that ring on your finger before we get to the hotel?”

My hands continued to play with the engagement ring that he insisted I wear in public. “Why is this so important to you? I’m here, isn’t that enough?”

He signaled to change lanes. Once we crossed over, he gripped the steering wheel so hard his knuckles were turning white and his face was beet red.

“No Alexis, it’s not enough. You’re my fiancée. Why wouldn’t you be wearing my ring?”

I didn’t want to be his fiancée. I didn’t want to be his anything. The ring on my finger felt like his hands were on my throat. I couldn’t breathe. I loathed him and he knew it. Why on earth would he want to be with someone who despised him?

As if he could read my mind, he cocked his head to the side. “This was part of our deal, remember?” He goaded me.

As the Four Seasons came into view, I seriously doubted whether or not I could actually pull it off. We reached the front entrance and the valet attendant walked over to my door. “Put on the goddamned ring, Alexis!” Colton’s tone left no more room for discussion. I closed my eyes and slid the ring on my finger. It felt tight and suffocating, a permanent reminder of the prison I had agreed to live in.

He seemed satisfied and completely oblivious to the level of hate I felt as he brought my hand to his lips and kissed the ring. “It’s finally back on your hand where it belongs.”

I ignored his comment and stepped out of the car. If he was expecting me to act happy about this arrangement, he could kiss my ass. It would never happen.

Colton walked around the car to meet me. He put his hand on the small of my back and ushered me inside. I didn’t want to be here and I sure as hell didn’t want his hands on me. I drew my shawl closer to my body and tried to ignore how much I hated these functions.

The black cocktail dress I wore was beautiful and my hair was done up in a French twist. I looked the part of the politician’s daughter-in-law, but I wanted no part of this scene. Even though I grew up in this life, it felt strangely foreign to me now. I hated it. I missed my life back in New York. I would much rather be at a bar with Brad and his friends wearing a pair of jeans and playing darts, or snuggled up with him in our apartment watching a movie.

Colton’s strong grip pressed into my elbow, causing me to flinch. “Smile, Alexis. Remember there are cameras everywhere.” He whispered, the subtle reference to the photos that ended my life did not go unnoticed.

My heels clicked along the hardwood floor as I forced a smile on my face. Colton led me into the ballroom where everyone was gathered. There were waiters in black tuxedos with silver trays serving champagne and appetizers. The people in the room collectively had enough wealth that they could retire a significant percentage of the U.S. national debt. Colton accepted a glass of champagne from a passing waiter and handed it to me.

I shook my head. “I really shouldn’t.” I explained. “I’m still on my antibiotics.” Nervously, I brought the black clutch that matched my dress to my stomach. When he’d asked me about my doctor’s appointment earlier, I’d lied and told him I had a sinus infection. I couldn’t even think about what he would do if he knew the truth.

He narrowed his eyes at me. They were dark and dangerous. Just like the man himself. “Would you like something else then?”

This whole pregnancy thing was still new to me. I still wasn’t sure what was allowed and what wasn’t. I decided to play it safe. “Water would be fine, thank you.”

“The bar is right there. Hold on.” he replied, guiding me through the crowd. I spied his mother approaching us, so I mustered a fake smile.

“Colton, darling.” She greeted him, while pressing a kiss to each cheek. “I was starting to wonder where you were. The Smiths have been asking for you.” She said, straightening his bow tie.

“Sorry, Mother, we got stuck in traffic.” He apologized.

Colton’s mom was a stereotypical socialite, and she expected things to go a certain way. I wouldn’t call her an ice princess, but she certainly didn’t radiate the genuine warmth that Brad’s mom did. Stop it. I scolded myself. Stop comparing her to Kathleen.

“Alexis, don’t you look lovely?” Her eyes raked over my dress making me feel like I was being inspected. I must have passed because she smiled and whirled her fingers in the air. “Come on now, you two need to mingle. There are a couple of donors I would like to introduce you to.”

“Don’t worry, Mother.” Colton said patting her hand. “We’re just getting a drink and then we’ll work our way through the crowd.”

That answer seemed to satisfy her. She swept her fingers across the diamond choker that was resting along her neck. It probably cost more than the Range Rover she had bought for her son. “Very well. I’ll look for you both later.” She paused, “also, Barron Carrington who works for the Atlanta Journal Constitution wanted to do a short human-interest piece about your engagement. Have you set a date yet?” She asked Colton, not even looking at me.

The room around me buzzed with chatter, but the only thing I could hear was my frantic heartbeat. My eyes flickered to Colton, but he didn’t give anything away.

“We haven’t set an exact date yet, but it will be soon, Mother. I promise.”

His mother seemed pleased then she turned and walked away. Immediately after, two older gentlemen that I didn’t recognize, approached Colton. They engaged him in a conversation about health care reform and interest rate hikes. Their timing was perfect for my escape.

“If you’ll excuse me, I need to use the ladies’ room.” I smiled politely. I felt anxious and needed a few minutes to get myself under control.

Colton’s face tightened as he stretched his jaw back and forth. “Don’t be long, dear. You know how much I hate it when you’re away from me.”

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