Wilson's POVI woke up the next morning to a knock on the adjoining door. Groaning, I rolled over and peeked my head out of my comforters, seeing Arian on the other bed doing the same. "Come in," he mumbled.Solene slid inside the room, balancing a tray of food on her left hand. The scent of bacon and eggs wafted through the air. "Breakfast in bed?" she offered.Arian sat straight up, oblivious to the fact that his hair was standing in every which direction and his tank top was halfway rolled up his stomach. "I don't believe you're real," he told her, eyeing her suspiciously.I grinned a little bit and Solene chuckled, looking embarrassed. She was wearing a black pair of sweats and a tank and for the first time, I realized just how buff she was. Where Georgia was more on the slender side, Solene was broader. Her biceps were huge. She could probably break Arian in half."I have to prove how amazing of a host I am, don't I?" Solene said, placing the tray on the foot of Arian's bed. S
Why did I have to be so negative all the time? I couldn't read Georgia's mind. There was no use speculating. I'd just have to wait. Maybe she just wanted to spend some time together since she hadn't really got to enjoy anything yet. After we left the beach, we headed back to our suite so we could rinse the salt off our bodies. I decided to be cute and wear the white and red hibiscus-patterned sundress I'd purchased earlier to match the white flower in my hair. Hopefully where we'd be going wouldn't have a strict dress code. Knowing Georgia, she would find something about my dress to complain about."Are you nervous?" Arian asked as he studied herself in the mirror, trying to get a good look at his backside. He'd opted for forest green sundress and it complimented his handsomest."I feel like I'm always nervous around Georgia.""But you're going on a date!" he all but yelled. "Are you happy? Are you excited? I'm all excited for you."I couldn't help but smile at him. "What about you? Y
Bennett's POVWilson is an odd guy. He never says what he wants to say. Anyone who watched him would be able to tell. That moment of hesitation where his eyes grow fierce- what he's thinking then, that's what he wants to say. But then split second later, he relaxes and says the thing that will keep the peace. His control is impeccable.But I want to hear what he wants to say. I don't want to see him biting something back for my sake. For my mother's sake."Damn it, Wilson. What did I just say? I don't care what you think you should do. Tell me what you want. You have to tell me what you want. You have to let me know I'm not on my own with this."Anxious. That's how I felt. It wasn't familiar to be the one doing the chasing. Women usually chased me. Now I realized just how scary it was. I knew I should've been cautious like Wilson was being, but what the future held didn't matter to me right now. I didn't care. Come what may. I just wanted him to tell me how he felt. I just wanted to k
"Don't say anything," I told Wilson before swiping to answer the call."Hello?""Where are you?" was his immediate response."I have a feeling you know where I am.""You're not with Solene and you're not at our site," he said. "If you've finished your work, come home. We have something we need to discuss.""What's that?""About that male you've been seeing."A ripple of irritation surged through me. I knew he was speaking like that on purpose. I knew he was trying to get a reaction from me. "His name is Wilson." I said evenly.The Wilson in question vigorously shook his head, holding up his arms."Don't bring me up!""Are you sure that's his name?" my mother asked me. "He seems to rely on lying. Were you aware that he has not even spent a day in France? He doesn't even have a passport. I'm sure there are many other lies he's told you that aren't true."I tried to keep my face impassive as to not worry Wilson, but I could tell by his paling face that I wasn't doing a great job. "Did yo
Wilson's POVA knock came from the bedroom door. It shook as someone tried to open it, but I'd locked it, so it didn't budge."Wilson?"It was Solene. Georgia must've finally given up. I wasn't sure how long she'd been out there at this point, banging on the door, trying to get me to open it, but I couldn't see her right now. I couldn't talk to her. I couldn't get the image out of my head.The image of the double gold watches on his right wrist. The image of the back of her head as she walked away from me on the beach. The image of the back of her head at Mckellan's bar. My chest felt tight again and I took a few deep breaths, trying to calm myself. I had to get home. This couldn't be right. Georgia couldn't have been at the bar. But somehow, I knew it was her on the video footage. Georgia was there the night my brother went to jail."Wilson, can we talk? Just for a second?"I knew it was wrong to ignore Solene, but I didn't want to see anyone. I wanted to watch that video footage and
Suddenly the song Car Radio held a lot more meaning to it. When we arrived, I practically ran into the building, heading straight for Walter's office. A few customers gave me strange looks but I didn't give them a second thought."Wilson, how are you?" Walter greeted me, smiling widely and warmly. It fell slightly as he took in my appearance."Are you okay?""Can you play me that tape you showed us the other time?" I asked him. "And are there are cameras that have different angles we can look at?""Yes, it's all set up for you. Take a look, I'm going to go get you some water," he told me, urging me into the seat in front of the computer.I glanced at Arian. He nodded at me. I sat down at the computer. It took no longer than two seconds to see that the man on the video footage was Georgia. I knew her stupid hair. I knew that stupid style. I couldn't believe I didn't recognize her before, even without the dumb double watches. Was it because I never would have suspected her? Now she was
Wilson's POVFor the next couple days, it was almost impossible to talk to Georgia. Once again she was gone before I woke up, arrived home after I fell asleep, or just locked herself up in her room. I felt bad and I just wanted to apologize to her. I knew she was thinking the whole thing was her fault. She probably thought I regretted us kissing, too. I didn't want her thinking like that. But I didn't have any chance to tell her that.Since I had to make up for the hours I'd lost at Coffee House while I'd been in Hawaii, I'd been working a lot too. I tried texting her a couple times, only to receive a text from Henry saying that Georgia was busy.Ah, speaking of Henry, apparently he was my own personal chauffer now. I no longer had the rental and still couldn't bring my house car to Georgia's house, so Henry had taken to picking me up and dropping me off places. I hated it, but I also could understand. Georgia's mother knew somethiing was up with me so we had to take caution now more
"What?""I'm not aware of the full story, but I know that Georgia and Lee were at the McKellan's that night and that's the night Lee threw himself in front of a car. He suppresses that memory for a reason. I don't want you to bring it up. Please don't bring up McKellan's. You can mention your brother, but don't mention the place or that night. Please. Georgia went through a really rough time and I don't want to see him go back to that state."Lee threw himself in front of a car? The world was muted for a moment, the horror of her situation dawning on me. Had Georgia witnessed it? Was that why she got migraines? Is that why she got scared when someone mentioned a car crash?"Wilson?""I won't say anything," I promised her.My hands were shaking. I blinked rapidly, feeling my vision getting watery. I'd thought that Georgia could've been involved with my brother, when instead he'd been with her brother moments before he killed himself. I felt so guilty. I felt so bad for her. I couldn't
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