Moreover, I’mMelisandre Blackwell—eldest daughter of Preston and Leandra Blackwell.Dignifiedis expected.Graciousandrefinedare the cornerstones of my public image. It’s who I am. Who my family relies on me to be. How the public perceives me. Expects me to behave. Anything less would be an embarrassment to my family.
Don’t do that either.
Don’t temper your reaction to fit into the mold you’ve been forced into. The two people you loved and trusted the most betrayed you. They ran around behind your back for years and made a fool out of you. They don’t deserve dignified, gracious Millie. They deserve angry, vengeful Millie and that’s exactly who they’re going to get.
After that, thehowfell into place.
I spent the rest of my time doing what I said I was going to do. I made use of every single one of the luxury amenities the Hawthorne has to offer. Deciding that the travel wardrobe I had packed for the honeymoon was no longer appropriate, I spent nearly an entire day shopping online and had everything delivered to my suite, along with a brand-new set of LV luggage to pack it in. Snipping tags and folding my new wardrobe, I do my best to ignore the steady stream of texts and voicemails that are flooding my inbox. Allister even showed up here, early this morning, demanding that the front desk let him up to my room—probably because I never turned my location back on and his paranoia was getting the better of him. I know I should just turn my phone off but I don’t because I’m using it to monitor my email.
My anonymous whistleblower has been emailing me every few hours. More transcripts of Paige and Allister’s text messages. I was right. With me out of the picture, they took the opportunity to spend the night together but rather than risk meeting at our apartment, they met at the Waldorf.
Allister: I want to see you but it can’t be here. Millie still hasn’t turned her location back on. I can’t risk her coming home while we’re together.
Paige: Could you imagine the look on her face if she actually did walk in on us?
Allister: No and I really don’t want to. I can’t risk her finding out about us. Not this close to the wedding.
Paige: It would serve her right. She might learn a thing or two about what it takes to keep a man satisfied and faithful.
Allister: Don’t be cruel, Paige.
Paige: Why? Do you love her?
Allister: Don’t be ridiculous. Of course I don’t love her.
Paige: Prove it. Let me come over.
Allister: You can’t afford to get caught anymore than I can. If your family found out about us, you’d be disowned for sure.
Paige: Fine. Meet me at the Waldorf. I still have some of your cum in my pussy from earlier—I’ll let you eat it out.
Allister: Are you sure it’s mine? I saw what you were doing to your date under the dinner table.
Paige: LOL jealous?
Allister: Yes.
Paige: I didn’t fuck Mercer. He wasn’t interested.
Allister: But you were?
Paige: What can I say? Mercer knows how to fuck. He’s never left me unsatisfied.
Allister: Are yousaying I have?
Paige: LOL you said it, I didn’t.
Allister: Meet me at the Waldorf. Now.
After every email, I hit reply and ask the same question.
Who are you?
My emails come back as undeliverable every time.
Like the rest of them, I send the latest set of transcripts to my cloud account for safe keeping and delete it from my inbox. I wouldn’t put it past Allister to get into my email to try to find me if he gets desperate enough. If he does that, he’ll know that I know about him and Paige and I’m not ready for that.
Not yet.
