Page 31 of Faking the Pass
In a house this size, it would be literally impossible to avoid each other.
I was so fucked.
Chapter 8
Surrounded On All Sides
Rosie
I felt slightly better after a long bath and a thorough cry.
A bath almost always made everything better, and the tub in Presley’s bathroom was nothing short of fantastic.
I was trying to keep things in perspective. I mean, what was done was done, right?
So, they’d gotten some pictures of me to add to the thousands that were already out there. Not the end of the world.
Yes, these photos were taken the day after I’d run away from my own wedding, but at least I was alone,clothed, and not doing anything particularly interesting.
If Presley was right and no one knew this house belonged to him, maybe I’d get through this thing without total and utter ruin to my reputation and manage to slowly start rebuilding my acting career.
That was if Randy decided not to follow through on his threat to completely blackball me in the industry.Ugh.
Part of me wondered if I’d done the wrong thing by running away.
Maybe I should have just gritted my teeth and gone through the motions of the ridiculous fake wedding then filed for an annulment later.
In the moment yesterday, it hadn’t felt like I’dhada choice. All I could think was that I had to get away from him as soon as possible.
Even now, the thought of walking down the aisle toward Randy’s smug face and letting him kiss me made me nauseous.
I wasn’t sure I wasthatgood of an actress.
Oh well, it was what it was. I couldn’t unmake the decision I’d made, so the only thing to do was move forward. I’d get dressed, see if Presley had been able to get his phone working, and use it to make a plan to get out of here today.
Somehow.
Then it dawned on me I had nothing to get dressedin.
Pulling the towel more tightly around me, I cracked the door to the hallway and called out.
“Presley?”
“Yeah? Need something?”
He stepped into the hall, and I narrowed the crack to just enough for my voice to get through.
“Is it okay if I borrow another t-shirt? And maybe some… underwear?”
He cleared his throat. “Oh. Yeah. Second drawer from the top for the t-shirt. Boxer briefs are in the next one down. I’ll search around and see if I have a safety pin or something in case you need it to hold them up.”
“Okay thanks.”
I went to his dresser and found what I needed. Everything was way too big on me of course, but at least the boxers had some elastic to keep them from sliding to the floor.
Seeing myself in the mirror above the dresser, I was struck by an out of body moment of unreality.
I was in Presley Lowe’s house.
