Page 46 of Not So Happily Ever After (British Bad Boys)
Harry has Alice. Lucas is with Violet. And now Dad and Margo are together. I hug my legs and drop my forehead to my knees.
Everyone in my life is moving on. Everyone but me.
I shake it off. Iammoving on, and the last thing I need right now is a relationship. There’s only one thing I need to focus on—improving my grades. And the sooner I remember that, the better.
Chapter Fourteen
Will
Come on, Mac.
I don’t usually check the time every few minutes when I’m waiting for a girl. But then, Mac isn’t just any girl. And this isn’t a regular date. I don’t know what it is, but I haven’t had as much fun as I did this weekend in years.
Except for having my dream cut out from under me.
That clears my head. It’s not as though I’m out of it entirely. I’m still a consultant, and when I finally join Oakland full time, there’ll still be plenty for me to do.
It’s not the same, though. Not what I’d always imagined.
Is there a way I could leave the company earlier?
I’ve never seriously considered that, but ever since Mac mentioned it, I can’t get the possibility out of my mind. The long-term planning strategies Mum was so stressed out about when she had her stroke are all on course. It’s not an impossible scenario to restructure the board.
To give me my freedom earlier.
Except I promised her. Four years. I can’t go back on my word. She’s relying on me.
Not going to think about that now. Not when Mac’s due…five minutes ago.
I leave my ground-floor flat and check the street. Doesn’t look as though she’s arrived yet. Stately Georgian houses flank the garden square, although most of the buildings have been converted into luxury apartments. And while the address is one of the most prestigious in London, the parking is a bloody joke.
Two more years.Then I can sell this place and buy something where I can breathe.
Headlights turn into the square, and I shade my eyes. It’s her. And there’s nowhere to park. She pulls to a stop in the middle of the road, winds down the window and gives me a smile. “I’ll go around the block again.”
I pull open the passenger door and hop into the car.
“What’re you doing?” She frowns at me, but not in a bad way.
“There’s no way you’re walking in the dark around here.”
She scoffs as she drives along the road. “I’m not completely defenseless.”
I know she’s practiced Krav Maga for the last ten years, but that’s not the point. “Never said you were.”
“I don’t need a bodyguard, remember?” She shoots me a teasing smile. “But thanks.”
She finds a parking spot, and hand in hand, we walk back to my flat. Funny how right this feels. As soon as I shut the front door behind us, she winds her arms around my neck. “I missed you.”
“Missed you, too.” It’s only been a couple of hours since I dropped her home. But it’s true. I have missed her. How crazy is that?
She lets out a long sigh, and her head drops to my shoulder. The subtle scent of her coconut shampoo is a hell of a turn-on, and I thread my fingers through her hair, so soft and silky, and it brings back vivid memories of the weekend.
There’s time for a quickie before we go out.
“Have you spoken to Lucas?”
My lascivious thoughts freeze. Lucas is the last person I want to speak to this week. Why would she think I had? “No.” There’s no mistaking my wariness. “Have you?”
