Not date.
A booty call he plies with liquor first.
I might be getting angrier.
These people’s lives consist of things I could never dream of.Staff for everything they need, helicopter flights to the Hamptons, private jets, diamonds the size of marbles.
I glance at Emily’s hand and almost choke.Her wedding rings are stunning, but they’re so valuable they’d easily dig me out of this financial hole.
God, the divide between me and these people is so obvious, I don’t know what I am doing here.It makes me want to melt into the carpet and vanish.
Emily notices, tucks her hand away, and I feel bad.
Beside me, Drew pulls out his phone, silencing its incessant buzzing.
“I’m surprised you two haven’t killed one other after all these weeks working together.”Zander sips his drink.
“Wrong couple.That’s Mason and Lexi,” Colt laughs.
“I heard that.”Mason tosses a nut, which lands on Colt’s forehead.
“Ouch!”Colt launches at Mason, and they headlock one another.
Everyone laughs, including Sebastian, who joins us and slides his arm around Emily.
I miss that.
I miss having a husband at my side, feeling safe and protected.Loved.Adored.
Being desired is nice, but temporary without deeper feelings.That’s why Drew isn’t committing to more.
Not that I have expected him to.
So why am I upset?
I should have stayed home.I’m too emotional.The ground feels shaky under my feet right now.I need to sell my home and find something else, which could mean moving out of Manhattan.
I know how lucky I am to have a loving family.I know there are people much worse off, but this is still hard.
I was supposed to do all of this with Anthony.
I’m honestly scared.I can’t earn the type of money he did.Perhaps the time with Obsidian will pave the way for future employment opportunities.
Drew has agreed to buy me out, including the shares.I won’t hold him to the latter.
After tonight, I think it’s best if we say goodbye.
I’m not the kind of woman who wants to be someone’s lover.
It didn’t feel like that when he came over last night to check on me.When I cried in front of him.
When he carried me to bed and we made love slowly and more intimately than ever before.
The conversation continues around me, the music too noisy.
I want to go home.
I want to rip this dumb dress off, curl up in bed with chocolate chip Ben & Jerry's and some trash TV and pretend the world doesn’t exist.
