Page 106 of Obeying Mr Kingsley
Mason will marry some gorgeous model or heiress, and have three beautiful, well-mannered kids who have their Harvard education and careers planned out.
They’ll holiday in the Hamptons and Switzerland and spend summers on their yacht.
If I’m lucky, I’ll put my employment situation behind me and finally get a job as someone’s personal assistant earning minimum salary.Emily and I will watch each other’s lives on social media, liking posts but realize more, year by year, how different our lives are.
I spot my shoe on the chair under his jacket.Ripping out of his arms, so he doesn’t see the emotion in my eyes, I grab the shoe and pull it on.
“I’ll take you home.”Mason rubs the top of his head.
Grabbing my phone and purse, I shake my head.
“No.I need you to let me do this.”I smile sadly.“Today, last night, was...I won’t ever forget it.”
Slipping his hands into his pockets, he stares at me with an unreadable expression.I hate it when he does that to me.
Ordering a car, I tuck my phone into my bag, walk over and tiptoe up to kiss him.“Walk me out.”
Wrapping an arm around me, Mason drops his mouth to mine, kissing me like I’m the love of his life.
I wish I were.
I wish he’d ask me again to stay.This time I might give in and agree.
I cling to his shirt, hanging on for dear life as he steals a piece of my heart.One I didn’t agree to give away.
“I’m only doing this because you asked me to,” he says, his voice rough.
Ask me again.
We walk through the penthouse quietly.The elevator finally opens, and then I’m standing inside it facing him, wishing for things a girl like me shouldn’t.
Like a fool.
“See you at the wedding,” I whisper.
The door closes before he says goodbye, and I want to cry.
