Page 67 of Tomorrow Belongs to Us
Am I really that messed up that I can't even differentiate between people being nice to me and people wanting something?
I walk out of my office, and he follows. “I'm bringing a date,” I say just to piss him off.
His brows push together. “This is new. Since when do you have a date?”
“I don't need to tell you everything, Preston.”
I was stupid in the early days when I willingly offered up my personal news, but I stopped telling him everything a long time ago because I realized who he really was.
“If you have a date, then I'm bringing Marilyn Monroe.”
“I can’t wait to meet her.” I smile sweetly and climb into the elevator. “Goodnight.”
Now I have to figure out how I'm going to ask Lance to be my plus one.
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LANCE
She wants to meet me, at the same coffee shop where we met before.
That's not entirely true. Megan offered to come over to my place, but I stopped her. I don't want things to get out of hand like the last time.
She moves fast and that troubles me. There's something not quite right about the vulnerable and fragile girl I once knew, going from zero to a hundred by our second meeting.
While I’m ecstatic that she called and asked to meet, I’m not okay with her coming here. I’m also cautious because, as much as I want to forget her, I can't. In my haste to see her, I arrive early. To pass the time while I wait, I check my emails and text messages. I read a text from Vivian where she reminds me about the concert at Cassie's school. I text her back and tell her it’s in the diary.
“Who are you texting?” I look up and see Megan.
“Vivian.”
“Ah … yourwife.”
She’s entitled to her barbed comments. “Not for long,” I reply. “We still have a child. We still have to be nice and civil to one another.”
“Has your divorce come through yet?” she asks, sitting down, pulling off her coat. I can’t help but gawk at her off-the-shoulder woollen top.
I drag my gaze away. “Should be any day soon.”
“If at all,” she says, smoothly. Given that she's the one who called for this meeting, I don't know what to expect but I didn’t think she’d be so thorny.
“Nice to see you.” I examine her face for clues. It’s blank, like she schooled herself to remain neutral and not give me any clue as to her mood.
Does she not feel anything? There is something between us. She's sucked my cock, for crying out loud. There's no way she doesn't feel anything.
My head is all over the place. Too much drama, too much angst, too many complications. Megan isn’t a complication, but Vivian complicates everything. Now that she knows about Megan, she will be an even bigger bitch than before. Tangled up in this web of thick emotions, is my little girl. Cassie doesn't deserve this.
“She was reminding me of my daughter’s concert at the school.”
“Awesome.” Megan takes the lid off her coffee and tips in some sugar. “How old is your daughter?” she asks, stirring.
“She's nearly ten.”
“Nearly ten? Your daughter's nearlyten?” Megan’s burst of anger catches me off guard.
“She’s nine, for now,” I say, in case that helps. I have no idea why she's so angry.
“You didn't waste any time.”
