Prescott: you’re okay with it?
Me: I am
As I type it, I realize that I’m telling him the truth. Marrying Lach was never the issue with any of this, though. The way he went about it was messed up, but the actual marrying him part is easy. I don’t know what that says about me, and it doesn’t matter. Nothing can change the way I feel for him.
Wade: hey, checking in, worried about you
Me: I’m fine. I’ll update you later
Cooper: sorry to bother you on a weekend but I’m confirming that you’re starting the residency next monday, not this monday?
Me: next Monday is correct
Cooper: cool. See you then : )
I go back to Marissa’s and start typing fast.
Me: omg i’m at hte biggest mansion youll ever see in your ducking life
Me: like way bigger than cribs
Me: also- we’re not getting married in fairview but idk what’s happening otherwise
Ugh. I don’t even bother fixing the texts. My hands are too shaky.
Marissa: lach’s dad?
Me: when they said billionaire, they meant it
Marissa: damn take pics
Me: i can’t. Even if i could i’m too nervous
Marissa: get a drink. It’ll calm you down
Marissa: glad he saw the light about the wedding there. Maybe he’s not mad anymore?
I think about the way he fucked me. Honestly, if that’s what he does when he’s pissed off, I’ll take it.
Me: idk maybe?
Marissa: are we giving him another shot?!?
Me: maybe. I think so. IDK!!!!!
Marissa: ugh I wish we could discuss this in person. Just go with your gut. love you
Me: love you
I set my phone on airplane mode again and put it away. Maybe I should get a drink.
CHAPTER42
LYLA
Turns out,it’s not called a cocktail hour because of the cocks. Google says something about New Orleans, bitters, and Prohibition. I’m setting my phone back on airplane mode when I hear my name again and look up to see Liam heading over. He’s smiling wide, his eyes twinkling, the way his brother’s do when he’s not being a perpetual asshole.
“It’s good to see you,” I say, returning his quick hug.
