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
BAILEE A shadow crossed his face, and I leaned in closer to him, soaking up the warmth from his body. “Alex,” I repeated his name, and his hand fell from my hip. “Go check on Brinley.” He ordered, and I nodded, turning and jogging up the stairs. Even though he was injured, I knew he could handl
ALEXANDERI was in trouble. I knew I was in trouble. Yet, as I sat on Bailee's bed, I was happy as she paced back and forth in front of me. She had defended me. She had seen Keller turn toward me and rushed to save me from him even though she had nothing to worry about. “I’m not going to apologize
BAILEE “Look who is back from the dead,” Lacey smirked, and I rolled my eyes as I set my bag and sketch pad down on my desk. “I wasn’t dead. I was hiding. There is a difference.” I said, tipping my pointer finger in her direction. “Tomato, tom-ah-to.” She waved her hand in the air dismissively
ALEXANDER “I want to have this up and running by the first of the month,” I said, looking up as I spotted the head of my public relations lift her hand from behind the glass conference room wall to get my attention. “Jared, can you get the numbers on my desk by Thursday?” The man nodded, and the