Page 79 of Obeying Mr Kingsley
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SUNDAY NIGHT I’m offereda job at a bar three blocks from my apartment.The cash under the table role pays just enough to pay for my food, utilities and a bit more.I’ll be relying on tips to breathe.Thank goodness the rent is covered.
The rest of my savings are for a flight home and emergencies.
And Emily’s bachelorette party.
I hope I don’t get sick.
Or hit by a car.
Feeling a little lighter and enjoying my last night of freedom before starting at On The Rocks, I wander back home with a small spring in my step.
When I reach my apartment, those strides slow.
Why is there a silver Lamborghini with a familiar muscular, jean-clad body leaning against it?
Why is he here?
Mason pushes away from the vehicle and slips his hands into his pockets.“Lexi.”
“Mr.Kinglsey.”I stop in front of him and open my mouth to say something else, but his frown stops me.
“Can I come inside?”Mason asks.
“To my apartment?”My eyes widen.
I realize my mistake.
Where else would he want to come inside?The only smart answer is a dirty one, so I shake my head because we don’t have space for jokes like that between us anymore.
“Sure.Come up.”
“Thank you.”
The Lamborghini beeps as he follows me inside the building.I want to make a comment about how gorgeous the silver car is, but I’m shit scared he’ll accuse me of wanting to steal it.
This is so dumb.
I hate it.
Can’t we just go back to our friendly and flirtatious ways?I can pretend I’m happy, and my life isn’t falling apart.
He can pretend he still thinks I’m sexy and wants me, even though we both know I’m not good enough for him.
I pull up my big girl panties and prepare to have the most adult conversation of my life.
And lie.
Again.
I seem to be doing that a lot.
