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Shit. That’s bad.
My heart sinks, and I close my eyes, handing Mason back his phone.
We should never have agreed to do this.
We should have been smarter.
We are smarter.
And right now, the smartest thing I can do is finally set this story straight. Now. Not later.
Maybe it’ll help Preston keep his CEO position and maybe I won’t lose the partnership and the lodge will be fine and maybe it won’t do any of those things, but I have to try.
I snap my head up.
“Call Kerri and whoever else, tell them if they want the full story, the real one, they need to be here at six tonight.”
“And my job?”
“We’ll discuss it tomorrow.”
He nods and then disappears to get to work.
I take a seat in the chair behind my desk and take a breath.
After tonight, I will have done all I can do.
I just have to hope it’s the right thing.
Chapter
Thirty-One
PRESTON
It’s been two days since I left Lovers and returned to LA. As soon as I was back, there was an emergency board meeting to discuss the new headlines in the media. It wasn’t a good meeting, and Marcus gloated the entire time. However, it wasn’t as awful as I thought it would be, and the board appreciated my prompt return to address the issue. It seems, though they are not pleased with current articles, my recent work ethic has proved to them that I’m ready for the new role.
Thank fuck they finally decided to focus on how I’m an asset and not on my personal life. If only this had been the case a couple of months ago.
And yet, had things worked that way, I’d never have had the chance to get to know Grace.
Grace.
God. My chest tightens.
She wanted space and I didn’t, but they wanted me here. I’m trying to make everyone else happy, and I hate absolutely every minute of it. I’m miserable.
I grab my phone and check my messages again.
Still nothing from Grace.
Great.
How long do I wait before I call her or just fly back to talk to her in person?
What are the rules here?
Shit. I’ve never been in love before. How could I fuck this up before we even got to enjoy it?
