~~Indigo~~It took me no time to cross the room, my every step fueled by anger. I immediately reached out and pulled a blonde girl off him, my eyes blazing.“Stay away,” I snapped at her.She looked startled and so did everyone. Including Slade who straightened up, his fingers tightening around his glass of alcohol.“Indie?” He looked surprised, his brows knitting together.A brunette who was too close for comfort to him, looked me over, her lips curling into a frown. “Who are you?”That made me pause, my cheeks heating up. Oh, I'm the neighbour who was his friends with benefits but cut off all ties with him? Yeah no.“You're all literally just grinding up against him in a club,” I huffed instead, refusing to let the embarrassment take over. “You should learn to keep some things private.”The grin on Slade's face heightened and he leaned back against the wall, drinking a bit of alcohol again. “You jealous, princess?”My brain short circuited and I just stared at him for a second befor
~~Indigo~~Morning came quicker than I wanted. I just curled up in bed, my sheets damp from tests that wouldn't stop for an hour.And now? Now, I was going to pretend like I was okay throughout the day.With a huff, I walked downstairs to get my mail in the box when I saw Slade leaning on the railing of his house, his gaze fixed on me as I walked out.“Lovely morning,” He called out, voice gruff.My heart skipped a beat at his voice but I looked away, determined not to falter. “Yeah,”I ignored him and walked to my mail, bending to pick the stack of mails.“We should talk…” He called out with a rough sigh.That made me pause and look at him. “We already did, Mr Fallon.”His gaze darkened and he gave a laugh that sounded bitter. “Mr Fallon? Damn, and I thought I was the one who could break people's hearts with my words.”Something about his words made my heart ache but I just scowled at him and walked away.For my sake and his, it was better we stopped talking.I was halfway through so
~~Indigo~~The night's air was stillㅡ that kind of unsettling silence that settled in your bones and never really left.Sleep seemed like a dream. Far and fleeting from my touch.I tossed and turned in bed, my thoughts racing. None of it made any sense. That was the start of our friendship. How could Braxton just forget it like it meant nothing?How would he forget when Slade knew?I groaned, throwing the sheets off my body before swinging my legs down, my feet bare against the marble floor. I didn't know what exactly was happening but I didn't need a brain to know that something was offㅡ something very important.My gaze drifted to my bedside table, my eyes fixed on my phone that lay there. Should I call him? I needed to know.Before I could change my mind, I reached forward and grabbed it, my fingers trembling as I dialled Braxton's number.The phone rang. Once. Twice. I almost thought he was asleep and wouldn't see my call. At least, that would save me the stress of having to addre
~~Slade~~The bottle was almost empty.That was the only thing I’d managed to accomplish tonight.I stared long at the ice in my glass of bourbon, my head a tangled mess of emotions and memoriesㅡ yet all of it revolved around her. Yes, how the mighty had fallen. Slade Fallon was having sleepless nights because of a girl who didn't understand what he was talking about.She should’ve known. Damn it, she should’ve known.I took another long gulp, wincing as it burned down my throat.Maybe I should just tell her everything. Maybe I should stop pretending this stupid plan would fix anything.But the main question was still glaringly obvious. Would she believe me?She already seemed to have a hard time understanding what I had blatantly said this afternoon. She probably thought I was joking around or some shit.My gaze shifted to the photo frame on the nightstand—the one of me and Braxton when we were kids.The same one Mom had forced us to take before I left for London for good.I picked i
~~Indigo~~I stood in front of the mirror, turning from side to side as Slade sat on the couch opposite me, his phone in hand and a bored look on his face.“What about this one?” I turned to look at him hopefully, the silver dress fitting perfectly on my curves, glinting off the low light.His expression didn't change. Just as bored as ever. “You look like a fucking disco ball.”Ouch.I huffed. “Wow. Thanks for the confidence boost. That's exactly why you're here, Slade. You've been a good help.” Sarcasm dripped off my words.He shrugged, leaning back as he gave me a slow and lazy once over. “Just saying. It's not my favorite.”I rolled my eyes and went back inside to try another dress. Dress after dressㅡ it was either too tight, showed too much cleavage, didn't announce my presence well enough, too pinkㅡ and I was already about to tear my fucking hair off in frustration when I slipped into a burgundy red gown that complimented my body.When I stepped out of the dressing room, I didn'
~~Indigo~~If Braxton could give up his marriage with Bianca, then staying away from Slade should have been easyㅡ At least, that's what I told myself before I went to bed the previous night.But now, as I walked into the kitchen the next morning to the sound of bacon and the sight of Slade hovering behind the counter, his back muscles spread with ink flexing as he stirred something, my brain blanked.Like, my breath caught in my throat and I couldn't say anything for a second.He stood there like some model for a cooking showㅡ messy morning hair, sweatpants hanging dangerously low, spatula in hand and a ridiculous smug grin on his face.“Morning, sunshine,” He drawled, looking over his shoulder at me. “You drool in your sleep by the way.”That made my jaw shut and I scoffed indignantly but it came out as a huff. “I do not. Also, I thought you'd leave this morning. I don't need you making breakfast for me.”“Didn't say you did, Princess,” He shrugged, flipping over the eggs in the pan.