Which is the whole reason I have an escape plan in case this ever happens.
I need to leave.
Now.
CHAPTER SIXTY-EIGHT
TYLER
Glancing at my watch,I see that it’s already seven thirty, which means we’d eat dinner soon. Which means I’m another step closer to going home to Sunny. I smile at the idea of her being there, waiting for me.
I get to go home to Sunny.
Sam’s leg bounces as our father talks about the campaign coming up. She clutches her glass like she always does. It makes me wonder if painting gives her the same outlet sparring gives me.
I’m sorry, Sam. I tried to protect you.
He won’t shut up about the campaign, because work apparently is the only thing that brings value to his life.
I don’t know the details of what happened after the night I left Matthew in the hotel room. And quite frankly I don’t care. All I know is no one has bothered me about it, and that’s all that matters.
“Everyone is going to be there. It’s going to be so spectacular. We’re going to feel like celebrities, honestly,” My mother chimes in as her eyes light up at the idea.
I try not to roll my eyes.Celebrities.
“You two need to be on your best behavior.” Mitchell points a finger at us as if we’re eight years old again.
Sam rolls her eyes and a smile slowly spreads across my face. Maybe wearestill eight years old.
My phone buzzes in my pocket, but my reach is interrupted.
“Our agreement was no phones, remember?” Diane eyes me.
“Woman please, he’s the heir to our fortune and company, and we have a huge event. It could be work.” Mitchell waives a hand.
I stare blankly at them for a moment and then pull my phone out, seeing a text from Sunny waiting for me.
“Well by the looks of that smile, I don’t think it’s work,” Diane scoffs into her drink.
It’s that moment I realize I do have a too wide grin pulling my lips. They both still aren’t happy about me breaking Shelby’s heart a second time, especially my mother.
Moving my eyes back to the screen, my smile quickly fades.
He got my number.
My body tenses as I read the words over and over, refusing for it to be real.How did I miss this?
“Tyler? What is it? Is everyone okay?” Sam asks.
“I need to go.” I stand up.
“What’s the matter, boy?” Mitchell grunts.
“Tyler, you're scaring me,” Sam says, standing with me.
“He got her number,” I respond, trying to call Sunny. My call won’t go through, making the panic rise in my chest.
Sam’s eyes turn wide as she grabs her purse, ready to leave.
