After placing it back on the safety of the counter, I slipped deeper into the water and put the jets back on and closed my eyes. I wasn't sure how possible it would be to clear Brandon's name. He seemed dead set on it, but a long time had passed already since the accident had happened. Would a new lawyer really help this situation? His current one bore a competent name, but still had landed him in jail and turned out to be a waste of money. But honestly, there really wasn't much evidence to support it wasn't Brandon who had stolen the car and crashed it. Any lawyer would have a tough time trying to prove his innocence. Just saying I believed in him because he was my brother wouldn't do anything in a court case."Dad would know what to do," I mumbled, pulling my legs against my chest.He always had the answer to everything. No matter how much trouble Brandon or I got into, he would always bail us out and only scold us a little. Now, without him, life was more difficult.Being an adult
Wilson's POV"How's this one look?" Solene asked, sliding her phone across the table and over to me. "Three bedrooms, two bath. Only two thousand per month."I gave her the flattest look I could muster and she laughed in return. We were currently seated in Georgia's kitchen, scrolling through online ads for apartments. After explaining what had happened the night before, Solene had offered her help in finding a new place for me. She'd also brewed us a pot of coffee and stolen a few of the best photos from Georgia t's albums so we could get copies. I smirked at my phone a little. There had been more than enough embarrassing photos to use as blackmail. Including one little, naked Georgia's face down and butt up."Girl, I don't even make two thousand a month," I sighed, pushing Solene's phone back at her. "Let's keep it under a thousand.""You're not going to get anything good under a thousand.""Should we clarify both our definitions of good?" She appeared to be a little offended by m
"Not really. Georgia's not that great at talking to boys. Usually, they just cling to her until they get bored because she won't make a move on them. There's only one person she's ever dated seriously.""Really? What was he like?"Solene leaned forward a little, a grin on her face. "You want to know?"I nodded. Just what kind of boy could put up with Georgia for more than a few hours?"You'll have to ask her."I groaned, falling back. "Why can't you just tell me?""Why do you want to know? Do you like her?""No!" I denied immediately. Me? Like Georgia? What a laughable thought.Sure, she could be kind of cute, but- no! She wasn't even cute. "I don't like her. I mean I do like her, as a friend. Kind of. As a friend, " I said again firmly.Solene raised her eyebrows. "I see."I didn't like the expression on her face. I narrowed my eyes. "What? What's that look for?""Nothing.""That's not a nothing look."She held up her hands. "It's really nothing. Why do you think it's something?""Ar
Wilson's POVAfter the incident with Georgia's mother, I couldn't sit still. I wandered around the kitchen, pressed my face against the glass wall in the living room, walked up and down the steps to the balcony at least twenty times, and checked my phone at least one hundred times. I was waiting for it. Waiting for the text from Georgia telling me to get out of her house and give her money back. She'd told me to be careful around her mother, but I'd ended up lying to her that we had sex on the table."Augh!" I cried suddenly, stopping on the middle step in the staircase.Solene jumped and threw me a concerned look from where she was sitting on the couch. "Willey, come sit down. Georgia's probably going to be here any second."I pressed my hands to my cheeks, giving her a horrified look. "Do you think her other will sue me for defamation?""I doubt it.""She's probably doing a background search on me right now. Do you think she's going to put a tail on me? She wouldn't be able to figur
On the drive to the outlets, I explained to her what had happened to my apartment and why I'd ditched out of work and what had happened at Georgia's earlier. Better for him to be in the loop than out if he was going to help us. After convincing him that I was fine and telling him not to cry (he took things to heart easily), he gave me a big hug."Does Brandon know?" he asked me."Yeah, I told him." I was aware that both Georgia and Solene had gone unnaturally still. Obviously, they were listening. "He didn't call you did he?""No, why?""Just wondering." If he hadn't called him, then who had he called after he'd hung up with me? He didn't have many remaining friends."Oh! That reminds me. I wanted to tell you today at work but you weren't there. I was at McKellan's the last night and the owner said he wanted to talk to you."My ears perked up. "McKellan's? What did he say?""Not much. Just that he had something to show you.""Was it about my brother's car accident?"Suddenly Georgia j
Wilson's POVI blinked rapidly, trying to process what had just happened. The contract was over? Just like that? Why had Georgia snapped like that? I couldn't let it end-not if it was because of me. Arian poked his head out of the dressing room door, mouth slightly agape. "Is everything...okay?""Yes. I'm just an idiot, Arian.""You are not. And you are not worthless either," he replied firmly."I didn't mean to listen in and I don't know what has been going on, but please don't think like that. It hurts to hear you say that. I'm sure Georgia feels the same way.""Maybe this is a good thing. She deserves someone better. I'm so immature.""Everyone is a little immature, Wilson. Especially when it comes to our feelings."I smiled wryly. "I can't even deal with being told I'm not good enough for someone.""Who doesn't get hurt by that?" he shot back."But..."He closed the door to the fitting room a little more roughly than he should have. "Wilson, what are you doing? You're not the type
"This is the way you wanted it to be too, isn't it? Your mother knows of me now and I take it she doesn't really like me. So after this whole thing is over and done with she'll probably be more than happy that we broke up and give you all the time you need to find someone you actually care about," I tried, trying to put a cheerful note in my tone. "It actually works out perfectly, huh?"Her expression didn't change. "I said I would cancel the contract."My heart fell a little. "Why? Because of me? I don't want that, Georgia.""You don't want us to cancel the contract?""No," I told her, shaking my head."I'm not going to let this happen again. I was just frustrated. Remember what I said earlier? Next time your mother sees me I'll make sure there's nothing for her to nitpick at me about."She pulled a hand through her hair, sighing. "That's exactly it, Wilson. I don't want you to feel you have to pretend you're someone you're not anymore.""It's part of our contract," I pointed out. "Y
Georgia's POVOver the years, I'd been with a handful of guys presented to me by my mother. They usually had one thing in common: greed. Greedy for the highest fashions, greedy for attention, greedy for the wealth of the heir of a great hotel. I'd cared for them about as much as they'd cared for me. But we also had one thing in common: trying to appease my mother.That's how I lived my life. I was so scared of losing everything, I could give up anything. Money was more important to me than cherished relationships. I didn't care what I did, who I hurt, what I ruined provided that at the end of the day I'd come out on top.But suddenly everything was different. Wilson was someone I didn't want to hurt. He was someone I didn't want to ruin. He suddenly because someone I didn't want my mother to ever touch. I didn't know when it'd happened. At first, he was simply an impecunious young woman I needed in order to complete my ruse. I could've cared less about how he felt. But now...Now I ca
Georgia's Pov"Be there at six o' clock sharp, no later. I've already ordered the flowers, as you apparently couldn't handle that task last time, so you simply have to pick them up. Be polite and courteous. Next week I want to set up dinner with Cecil and his wife, so you better leave a good impression. Carlo picked the restaurant so let him suggest what the best meal is and take his advice."It was hard to focus on my mother's words as I stood in front of my bathroom sink, trying to keep my stomach from twisting and crling and its contents from coming out. My mouth was dry and tasted like old leather, no matter how much water I sucked down. And then there was the headache. I didn't know how I was handling her shrill voice when it felt like Muhammad Ali was having a boxing match with my brain. I couldn't remember the last time I had a hangover this bad.I never wanted to drink again."Are you listening?""Yes.""Why do you sound like that? Did you go drinking?"How did she know these
No, not something. Their mother. She Uses one to control the other. I guess I found my first question. "Why do you let your mother control your life so much?"Lee's response was simple. "She's my mother.""But you're a grown adult.""You've met my mother. There's not much you can say against her. She's cruel, but she is caring. Even if she doesn't show it.""Is she the one who sent you away?"He nodded."Where did you go?" I asked slowly, unsure if my question crossed the line or not."An inpatient rehabilitation center in California. I've been there ever since the accident."I tried my best to swallow inaudibly."Your accident?"He tilted his head to the side and grimaced. "Well, I'm sure you know. An intended accident. I barely remember it, to be honest. I know I purposely wrecked the car, but after that, I don't know. I had a pretty bad concussion so they said there would be some memory loss. I was in the hospital and then shipped across the country to recuperate. And I haven't bee
Wilson's POVWhat. The. Hell.I stared out the window of the car, my heart racing. Georgia's words rang in my ears-I love you, I love you, I love you. Why did she say that? How could she say she loved me when she was the one who broke up with me?Why ask me to stay when a few hours earlier she'd told me to leave? Was I just supposed to go along with her mood swings? Whether it was her mother's doing or not, why did I have to be dragged along?My hands balled into fists. It wasn't fair to me. Bennett had said he made his choice. He made it pretty dang clear. I was confused enough as it was. I kept telling myself to pin it off as drunken babbling, but there was that part of me that wanted it to be true. A very stupid, pitiable part of me."Are you okay, Henley?" Henry asked quietly."I don't know," I said honestly. "I'm not sure if you've noticed but I'm not good at, you know, emotions.""Do you want to talk about it?"My lip twitched, breaking my temper. Henry was too good of a person.
Before I knew it I was gasping on the ground, the phone falling out of my hand. I couldn't find the strength to get up. The world was spinning and suddenly I felt nauseous. Closing my eyes, I rest my head against the foot of the stools. "I'm sorry, Wilson. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."Walter forced me off the ground, leading me over to one of the booths."Wait here. I called someone to pick you up.""Not my mother," I said, my blood going cold with dread."No, Georgia. I didn't call your mother."My muscles relaxed slightly. I was afraid if I tried to relax completely my body would slide back onto the floor. It vaguely registered that I was being embarrassing, but I didn't know how to stop. Like everything else in my life. How to stop my mom from controlling me. How to stop Lee from throwing his life away. How to stop Henley from leaving me.I wasn't aware I'd fallen asleep, but I jolted awake when I felt a small pair of hands shaking my shoulder. "Bennett? Wake up. I'm going to take you
Georgia's POVEmpty.That's how the house felt. Maybe it was how I felt too. Rain beat against the windowpanes, blurring my view of the outside world from where I stood in my living room. Droplets of rain fell from my hair and dropped onto the tiled floor, already muddy and marked from my shoes. I realized belatedly I'd forgotten to take them off.The windows reflected my white washed image but I could barely process it. All I could see was the image my mind kept replaying- of Wilson, tears in his eyes, walking away from me. Straight into Lee.I gasped, grabbing my chest as it clenched agonizingly. My body tensed, trying to fight the pain and waiting for it to pass. Spots blurred my vision and I staggered to the stairs, using the railing as support to pull myself up them and into my bathroom. Locating my strongest bottle of pain relievers, I dumped a couple into my hand, swallowing them down dry.What was Lee doing here? How was he here? Why didn't anyone tell me he was coming? Had I
The sound of a ringtone filled the car and Lee picked up an iPhone from the center console. "Hi, Henry. Yes, she's with me now. No, you don't have to come out to meet us- it's raining, stay inside. We'll be there soon.""Uh, where exactly are we going?" I asked when he hung up, feeling it was a question I should of asked before we started driving."To your place. Henry sent me the address."Again, I thought I should be a little dubious about Henry giving out my address to Lee, but Lee seemed like a safe enough person. And I trusted Henry. Lee couldn't be worse than the hobos, anyway. When we pulled up to my house, Henry was waiting outside on the porch, despite Lee saying not to."Are you that excited to see me?" Lee teased as we climbed up the steps together.Henry cleared his throat, turning his chin up. "It's been awhile.""It has," Lee agreed, shaking off his umbrella. "Still alive, I see."The joke fell short as the happy expression on Henry's face slid off, replaced by a serious
Wilson's POVLee Calloway.His form towered above me, a puzzled expression on his well-featured face. Maybe it wasn't right to think this now, but I couldn't believe how handsome he was. He was like some kind of model or Disney prince or something. He shared Bennett's dark hair and green eyes, but Lee's were contrasted by his pale skin. The word angel flitted to mind.This wasn't how I pictured him to look like, mainly because I pictured him in a coffin, but somehow it made sense that he looked like this. It just fit. Lee Calloway, the angel.Who wasn't dead."Are you okay?" he asked, his gaze lingering on my face.His question starled me and I quickly brushed some stray tears away, feeling embarrassed. Crying in front of strangers wasn't my thing. Especially not my whatever's older brother.Well, ex-whatever."Lee," Bennett said again, his voice sounding more frantic. "What are you doing here? Is everything okay? Does Mom know you're here? Are you okay?""One question at a time, Ben,
"How could she do this?" I whispered, staring at it, my heart beating like crazy in my chest. When had she bought this clothes? When had zhe planned on giving it to me?"What's wrong?" Brandon asked.Zipping the dress back up into the garment bag, I tossed off my apron. "I need to see her. I have to go. Arian, can you close up? Please?"She nodded, seeming bewildered. "Of course. Where are you going? To his house?""Yes." My whole body was trembling.This didn't make any sense. If he was going to end things with me, he wouldn't have bought this dress."Are you going to be okay alone?""I'll bring her."My eyes snapped to the door, where Henry stood, hair matted dovwn from the rain that had just started falling. He pushed his glasses up and gave me a nervous smile. "Hey, Henley.""Henry? What are you doing here?""I'm sorry I haven't had a chance to come see you," he apologized. "Mrs. Calloway made Bennett and I go to Hawaii last week. We just got back today.""Wait, what? You guys hav
Wilson's POVTurns out fighting for our relationship was easier said than done. No matter how hard I tried, I could not contact Georgia. She blocked my number. She blocked my work number. She refused to answer any calls from Solene's phone. When I stopped by her house, her car was never there. It was like he hadn't been home once since zhe'd decided to cut me out of her life, She was doing everything she could to avoid me. I had no doubt in my mind his mother was behind this- especially considering the fact Curtis had coincidentally decided to drop his lawsuit the same day Bennett disappeared. But that didn't mean I was only pissed at her. How could Bennett have given up on me so easily? Why didn't he even try to fight?Why couldn't he just tell me what happened? Why couldn't he have at least ended it face-to-face? There was so much I wanted to say to both of them. There was so much I wanted to say to him. but I just couldn't get to him. I groaned, dropping my head into my hands. Thi