Page 25 of Rock My Girl

Ford held up his hands, trying to calm him down. "Okay, okay, but—"

"But nothing!" Frank yelled, as his face grew redder and redder. "Your manager should've gone over all this with you. You can't just do everything on your own timeline, and let—"

Something inside me snapped. Whether it was the ugly khakis, or the way his blustering face made his eyes look beady, or the way I felt like I was being torn down even though I was pretty sure I hadn't done anything wrong.

One thing I knew: I was not going to freeze, then fall apart later like I always had with my father.

Turning before I could hear another deafening, angry word, I ran. Although I didn't know the neighborhood, I followed the small side street to a larger avenue, ignoring Ford calling my name behind me.

Flagging down a taxi, I managed to make it home before I completely fell to pieces on my living room floor.

If that was how people behaved in the recording business, it was not for me.

I had wanted to believe that Ford and I could date, but there was no way it would work. He would have to go off, meet new people on the road, and have adventures, and I would have to stay where I was, quietly digging up new clients and rarely leaving my apartment.

I always hated making decisions. It was almost a relief that this one made itself.

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