Ben, how could you?
ALEXANDER Never before had I seen her so pale. She looked as though all of the blood had drained from her face. “I need to talk to him,” She whispered, and I shook my head. This was not the time to confront him, not while she was so distraught. If she didn’t take some time to collect herself first
BAILEE I watched as Caleb and Mr. Andrews walked to the other side of the room before taking a seat. Mr. Andrews looked guilty, but Caleb smiled at him with a calm, smug grin that made me want to stomp over and punch him in the face. This wouldn’t end well for me, but that was clearly his goal, a
ALEXANDER Bailee was texting furiously on the drive back to her house. The burger and fries I had picked up sat between us, and while she hadn’t touched one of the burgers, she was absentmindedly and adorably, picking at the fries every minute or so before resuming the frantic tapping of her thumbs
BAILEE “What’s going on here?” Ben asked, looking hesitantly between Alex and me. I wouldn’t have seen the hint of guilt he was trying to hide if I hadn't known what to look for. He knew his secret was out. “Are you two dating?” “No.” I said as Alex said, “We will be.” Turning my glare from Ben,
BAILEE The sound of my phone buzzing incessantly woke me from my very poor and fitful sleep. After Ben begged me to keep the money he had given me and pleaded for forgiveness, I walked away, returning to my room to think and leaving the two men behind. I had a lot to think over, and I hated tha
BAILEEOn the car ride home from the restaurant, I had typed up an email but waited to send it until I got home and could gather as many contacts as possible. Last night, I sat down with my laptop, staying up well past midnight, and compiled a list of every news channel, journalist, and gossip rag
ALEXANDER “Mr. Kingston,” Nathan said from my doorway, and I smirked, knowing the moment I had been waiting for all day was finally here. “Time to go,” I said without rolling up the sleeves of my white button-down shirt as I stood from my desk and strode toward the door. “You’re not going to hu
BAILEE Reporters were camped in front of the gate at the end of the long driveway, and while Ben was used to it and comfortable came and went, I was not. He still went to practice, but I stayed home with Brinley. My lips pressed together as the gate buzzer went off again. I had been tempted to d