Georgia"Georgia, it's time for you to settle down with someone."I glanced up from where I was resting on my VIG Chesterfield sofa, mid-shift to keep from indenting the material, as I'd trained myself to do. At the foot of it stood my mother, who was giving me such a deep disapproving look that I almost, almost made a move to sit up properly. Her expression was the definition of disappointment. Slim nose upturned, devil red lips twitching. I already knew where this conversation was heading and I let my cheek fall onto the cool leather with a sigh."This again?" I said."You're almost thirty, Georgia," she said, folding her arms across her chest, the many bracelets lined with diamonds on her arms jingling as she moved.Her dark hair was tied in a tight bun on the top of her head, giving her an all-around stern aura.I raised an eyebrow at her. "I'm only twenty-five. I don't really think that's close to thirty.""Your father and I married when we were twenty-two," she said matter-of-fa
Wilson"Willy, table four has been waiting over two minutes for someone to come and take their drink order," Collin, the manager on shift, said as he walked by me, heading toward thehostess stand.I blinked at him, trying to ignore the fact he got my name wrong for the thousandth time while wondering if he noticed my arms filled with plates of food for a different table. When he glanced over his shoulder and frowned at me, I gave him the fakest smile Icould produce. "I'll be right over.""Good."Rolling my eyes, I hurried back to table number seven. I hated table number seven. I didn't know if I was just my luck, or maybe the table was cursed, but whoever sat there ended up always being the rudest and crudest and most condescending people on the Earth.This time around it was a bunch of businesswoman in sleek suits that tried to leer down my shirt every time I leaned over to clear a plate or glass."Chicken Cordon Bleu," I announced as I set down one of the plates in front of a bunc
Wilson"Maybe I'll forgive you if you give me a kiss," she joked, causing all of her douchey colleagues to laugh along with her.For the tips, for the tips, for the tips, I chanted in my head. "Maybe when I get out," I flirted.Her eyes flicked up and down my body and I felt my skin crawl. Ew, just ew. "Anyone else need anything?" I inquired.One of the other ladies muttered something I probably didn't want to hear under her breath. I decided to take their silence as a no, so I flashed them a quick smile and hurried away. Tables two and eight needed to be wiped down still and I didn't see either oneof the two busboys on shift around to clean it.Just as I turned to head into the back Collin appeared in front of me, scaring me a bit."Geez, warn a man when you're approaching like a ninja.""Please wipe down tables two and eight" he requested, pulling at his necktie. "They've been dirty for the past fifteen minutes.""I'm way ahead of you," I said, letting a little irritation bleed int
On my way back to the table a hand shot out and grabbed my arm. I jumped a little bit, relaxing when I realized it was just Georgia."Gotta pee," she stated.I pointed to the far left corner of the restaurant. "Over there."Using me as a support and almost taking me down, she pulled herself up and then stumbled to the bathrooms, muttering something about marriages. I glanced at Solene, who shrugged at me.I returned the card to Star Spangled Lady and she filled in the tip and signed the receipt, handing the notebook back to me. It was hard to resist the urge to see how much she tipped, but I managed to slide it into my back pocket. "Thank you very much, have a good night you guys. Get home safe."As I turned to walk away, I felt a heavy arm across my shoulders. "You said yer comin' home with me."I saw the spangled ribbon and felt my stomach churn. "Please don't touch me.""I know you like me. You were eyeing me all night. Lucky you, little blonde guys like you are my favorite."I tri
Georgia"The plans for the hotel in Wailea, Hawaii have gone accordingly. Both our construction team and the town mayor have approved the blueprints. I have the estimated budget here and if you approve, you may sign and we could start the construction by next week."I looked up from my phone to see a few nervous pairs of eyes blinking at me. I turned to my wild-haired assistant, Henry, who had the same apprehensive expression on his face.I'd forgotten I was in the middle of a meeting. I had no idea what we weretalking about. I cleared my throat. "If my mother agrees to it, let's go along with it.""Uh, Georgia, your mother said for you to oversee this," Henry whispered to me. "If we go to her she will scold us.."I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. Were they still talking about the building of the hotel resort in Wailea? Or had we moved on to something else? I couldn't concentrate today.It was all that guy Wilson's fault. It'd been one week and he had yet to call me. Every few secon
Wilson"Hey, does the last name Calloway ring any bells for you?" I asked Arian, exactly one week after the whole restaurant fiasco. We were currently at my other part-time job, a coffee shopbaptly named Coffee House. Arian was, decidedly, my best friend. He may have filled that role solely because I didn't have any other friends and we worked together a good portion of the week, but I was more than content with him. He was cute and friendly and an all-around good guy. The type of person everyone needed in his or her life."If I answer that will you fishtail my hair for me?" he responded, pointing at his dark hair tied up in a messy bun on the top of her head. "I was already late for work and couldn't really do anything with it.""Fine, fine, sit down."Arian cheerfully took a seat on one of the stools lining the countertop. Fortunately, the coffee shop was pretty dead, as it usually was in the afternoon, so I had plenty of time to fix her hair up. "I'm actually worried that you don
"Yeah, a weird note," I told her, pulling it out of my pocket and handing it to her. "Don't you remember? Or were you too drunk?"Brows furrowed, she smoothed out the wrinkled paper and skimmed over it. I waited for her reaction to the tip amount, but her face didn't change. "I was worried that I didn't leave a tip, but I see that I did.""What's with the forty-three cents?" I asked because I couldn't help myself."I like for a flat dollar amount to be taken out of my bank account."Well, that kind of made sense. I didn't understand how she wasn't in shock over the total, though. "Yeah, I've been meaning to return it to you.""Return it to me?""You were drunk, you didn't know what you were doing. I haven't spent any of the money." I promised her. "I'll return it to you right now. Let me grab my checkbook.""I don't want it," she interrupted, shoving the receipt back at me. "Do as I said and take it as an advance."I paused, staring at her like she was crazy. "An advance? For what?""
WilsonMy phone went off for the tenth time in twenty minutes. Annoyed, I pulled it out of my pocket to see the name Georgia Calloway flashing on the screen. Was she some kind of crazy stalker? I'd never met anyone who would call someone every two minutes if they didn't answer right away. Not wanting to give her the satisfaction of me answering it, I decided to just turn off my phone. Then it wouldn't be as distracting."Georgia again?" Arian called from the back room."Doesn't she know I'm at work?" I wondered out loud. Like she'd asked, I'd sent her my schedule at Coffee House for the week. So if she'd got it, why was she trying to call me during the middle of my shift? I couldn't just answer my phone at work. Well, I actually could, but I wouldn't tell her that."Aren't you kind of excited?" Arian said as he returned with an armful of coffee bean bags. "She's so gorgeous.""She's cute, but hee personality needs some work," I responded, thinking back to the comment about my dick.D
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