Chapter 3

Chapter 3 –

Julliet Harvey

POV

Sitting in my office I go over my new contracts for the next few months.

I’ve been taking some time off work because for the past month I’ve been sick a lot, I think I’ve been over working myself.

For the past month I’ve had him in my mind all the time. I couldn’t get him out of my head even if I overworked myself. I’ve had shoot after shoot, and he’d still be on my mind.

I sigh getting up from the table. I walk away from the desk and out of my home office. I walk down the hall to Ken’s room. A few weeks ago, her lease on her apartment was up and I offered her one of the rooms in the house. She jumped at the chance, and it’s been amazing living with her again. We haven’t lived together since college. Though I worked more than I attended classes we’d always have fun in our apartment.

I walk into her room to see her standing in front of the mirror.

She looks really formal. I frown. “Why are you dressed that way?” I ask walking over to her bed and laying down.

She looks over at me, her black dress pants, and white shirt. I’ve never seen her dress like this since her interview with E-mogal. The online magazine she works for.

She looks at me panicked. “I have an interview with Ryan Peterson, the Author. He just finished a series, and the final book will be released soon, Blake gave me the lead on this. I honestly am so nervous. I heard he is a pain to interview. He doesn’t answer any personal questions and would give short answers to topics he doesn’t find interesting. I don’t know if I’m ready to interview just a high lister.”

Now he is on my mind again. I shake my head and look at her. “Don’t worry about that. You’re a great reporter love. You’re going to ace that interview. I can’t wait to read it. Oh, and Ryan isn’t as bad as they make him out to be. He just hates any talk of his family.” I tell her.

She sighs in relief. She nods and grabs her bag. She rushes out. “I’ll talk to you tonight.” she tells before she’s gone.

I lay on her bed and my mind is plagued with him again. Why does he have to be so fucking good looking? Why couldn’t he be ugly so I could ignore and forget him.

I roll my eyes and up. I walk to my room and take a shower. I ignore the fact that I pleasured myself at the thought of him, I ignore the fact that he is all I can think about. All my body craves.

I wrap my body in a towel and walk over to my phone on my bedside table.

I call a friend of mine how happens to be a florist.

“Miss Jully how may I help you?” Ava asks.

I smile. “Ava, I have aa favor to ask.”

“What ever you need Miss Jully.” She says.

“Do you have any flowers that means fuck you or fuck off?” I ask.

She’s silent for a second. “Well, no, but I do have orange lilies and they have a similar meaning. Orange lilies they mean hatred.” She tells me.

“Can I have those. And I want you to add a note for me as well.” I tell her.

“No, problem text me what you want the note to say and to who and I’ll send it out for you.” She says.

I smile. “Thank you, you’re the best Ava.” I tell he before hanging up.

After sending her the text with everything I chuck my phone on the bed and throw myself on the bed. I lay on my back thinking what the fuck am I doing? How did I get here? How did I get over Justin’s cheating, how did I get over Justin breaking my heart into pieces yet here I am unable to get Blake out of my mind, I can’t get the way he felt in me, how his fingers left marks on my hips, how he left hickeys below each breast and on my thigh.

I loved the look in his eyes as he fucked me, the way the man handled me.

My phone rings bringing me out of my thoughts. I feel around on the bed for my phone, but I can’t find it. I sit up the towel falling to my lap. I find it above my head, and I answer the phone.

“Hello?” I answered.

“Good morning, this is Mercy Memorial, Mr. Bradford has been admitted to the hospital and you’re his emergency contact. Could you come down here?” a woman says.

I frown, why was I still his emergency contact? We’ve been broken up for at least three months now.

Looking back, I couldn’t believe how stupid I was to love Justin when all he ever did was hurt me. I know what my problem is, my therapist has told me over and over again, I crave love. I want to be loved so badly that I would suffer for it.

I lost my parents in a freak accident; we were driving home from my practice when a drunk driver drove on the wrong side of the road and into our car. From what I’ve been told my parents used their bodies to shield me and that’s how I survived without a mark on me. We were found in the back seat of the car, my mother hugging me and my father hugging her. He tried to protect the both of us yet only I survived.

“Miss Harvey?” the nurse says pulling me from my thoughts.

I swallow the lump in my throat and shake away the tears. “Sorry I’m here, I’ll be right there…” I say before hanging up.

I get up off the bed and get dressed. I grab a skinny jean, a white cropped tank top and my nude Louboutin’s. I got them last month for a show I did. I fell in love with them the second I saw it and convinced Michael to not pay me but give me the shoes. Let’s just say Paige wasn’t happy with my side deal…

I tie my hair into a messy bun and grab my LV shades I got for my birthday a month ago.

I grab my purse and my phone and head downstairs. Do I care that he is in the hospital?

I scrunch up my nose. I mean I have no idea why he’s in there, he could be ill, or dead.

I sigh as I listen to tapping of my heels down the marble tiles in my home. Was that the first thing I did when I bought this place? Yes.

I love marble anything, floors, counter tops. When I say anything, I mean anything. I have a marble to go cup. I’m too afraid to use because it’s too pretty to use. Am I obsessed? Yes. But what girl isn’t obsessed with pretty things?

I walk through the kitchen to my garage. I make my way to my car and get in. I love this little beauty. Audi RS e-Tron GT. It’s a custom color. I wanted it to be a certain color pink. I wanted a blush pink color, and they didn’t stock that, so I had it custom made.

The drive to the hospital is uneventful. I listen to Taylor swift songs. I love TayTay. I do. God she’s amazing to listen to when you’re heartbroken, she knows how to heal a broken heart that’s for sure.

When I got to the hospital, I noticed there were paparazzi out front. What the hell did he get himself into?

I sigh getting out of my car and walking toward the entrance. Once one notices me, they all start snapping pictures of me.

I take off my shades as soon as I walk in. Placing them in their case before I put the case in my bag. I’d have a damn heart attack if they ever scratched. I’d kill someone if they so much as left a mark on them.

Walking to the reception desk I ask for Justin. Finding his room, the man has been beaten to a freaking pulp. From what I’ve heard, he made a few bad bets and couldn’t pay back his bookie and well he got beaten in an inch of his life for not being able to pay.

The minute he saw me he thought I would pay for his hospital bills and his bookie. I snorted and made my way out of his room.

Did our relationship mean nothing to him other than seeing me as an ATM? It’s insulting and so fucking demeaning. I wasn’t spending my hard-earned cash on that insufferable asswipe.

Storming out of his room with a string of curse words I make my way to the cafeteria.