I couldn’t believe I had heard him right at first. “What about who pretending to be my what?” I asked.“Me. Pretending to be your boyfriend. Do you need me to?” That time, I knew I had heard him right. “No, I don’t think so.” Arthur’s smile faltered, but it never disappeared. “Are you sure? With this whole Barnett and Julia situation, I figured that a fake boyfriend would be the perfect cover to throw the paparazzi and Julia’s crazy fans off your scent.” “That’s really sweet, but I couldn’t impose on you like that.” “Of course not. You’re too considerate to impose on anyone.” He took my hand in both of his and ran his thumb along the top of it. Heat flooded my cheeks. His smile seemed to grow wider. “I…It’s getting late, don’t you think?” Arthur didn’t answer. Instead, he merely called the waitress over and paid the check. I hoped that would be the last time we would mention the subject.•* * I ha
Now I knew Lily was just being delusional. I shook my head. “No, that’s not possible.” I was well aware of the ever-growing gap between me and socialites like Barnett and Julia. There was no way that Barnett would be interested in some upper-middle-class-if-her-divorce-settlement-paid-off worker like me. Not old money like him. There was the fact that Barnett and I might have had the same dream, but that didn’t mean anything. Honestly, I didn’t even know what his dream was about. It might not have even been the same as mine.Everyone was right. There was too much of a gap between us—age-wise, financially, and socially. “You don’t know him too well.” Lily smirked. “He never wastes a second on useless people.” “It’s probably because I brought him trouble.” I took a drink of my flavored water and shrugged. “I’m sorry, really.” “Trust me, sweetheart, you wouldn’t even have the chance to bring him trouble without his permission.” Lily
Inside the office, Julia appeared ready to pounce with her assistants barely restraining her, if they were even trying. Barnett, meanwhile, made certain to keep his desk firmly between him and his crazy ex. His eyes darted to a nearby corner, where a hulking figure stood in waiting.“Jack, can you please diffuse the situation?” Barnett asked, motioning towards Julia and her two assistants. Barnett’s bodyguard stepped forward, gently took Julia’s arm in one hand, and more forcefully grabbed the arms of her assistants with the other. “You can’t do this!” Julia exclaimed, trying to wrench her arm out of Jack’s grip. “Yes, I can.” Barnett turned on the web camera perched on top of his PC and directed it at Julia. He then stepped in front of the desk, in view of the camera. “I am sick of your games. You are nothing but a user and a witch. You only care about what I can do for you, not about me as a person. “You know what else? You haven’t gi
“Yes, Ms. Leonard, sixty million.” Thompson sounded as elated as though he had earned the money for himself. “That’s…that’s amazing.” “So, if you don’t mind me asking, what are you going to do with your newfound wealth?” What was I going to do with all that money? I didn’t have much time left, and I didn’t thirst for the extravagances that many others seemed to. Then it hit me. “Well, after I pay my fabulous lawyer—” it never hurt to butter up the people who actually helped you— “then I was thinking about donating two-thirds of it, probably to an orphanage.” “You’re going to donate forty million dollars?” I thought he was going to choke on that sentence. “Of course. There are so many people out there who have it far worse than I do. Why not help them out when I can?” “Well, certainly. It’s just…that’s a lot of money…” I knew that Thompson would be surprised by my decision and even have a hard time swallowing it.
I couldn’t stop thinking about the encounter with Barnett for days. The only things that could distract me were my job and my workouts, both of which I happily threw myself into. I just thanked God that Barnett did not show up to “coach” my workouts during that time. Even without needing the distraction, being a stylist and recording my workout vlogs were only adding to the newfound joy I had in life. Yes, the schedule was hectic and a bit stressful, but it was a good kind of stress—the kind that kept me on my toes, rather than kept me retching from stomach pain. My body fat had dropped to 23%, and I could see the results in my reflection. I was not just getting healthier; I was sexier than ever, too. I had managed to keep my plump, round ass, but my waist had started to shrink. The fat around my arms, legs, and neck had begun to disappear as well. My breasts were a little smaller—enough to not give me back pain—but still big and firm enough to catch anyone’s
“I can’t believe he touched you,” Lily said when I told her about the incident with John.We were having another ladies’ night. I was trying out a new gluten-free recipe, this time cookies with dark chocolate chips. Lily devoured them almost as quickly as the brownies.“I still can’t believe he tried it at work,” I admitted as I set another plate of cookies and a bowl of popcorn on the dining room table. “I’m no stranger to pigs, but that was just…above and beyond.”“It just shows you that there are no limits to how disgusting some people can be.”Lily stared at the cookies longingly before forcing herself to grab a handful of popcorn. She’d had three cookies already, so I was glad I didn’t have to cut her off just yet.“At least Arthur fired him,” I said. “He’s turning out to be a great boss.”Lily grinned. “So, you’d say that you owe me one?”I arched a brow at her. “I don’t like it when you say that.”She stuck her tongue out at me but didn’t say anything.After a minute of silence
HockeyDude12 and I talked straight through the night and into the early hours of the morning. I didn’t even get to bed until four o’clock. Lily made certain to berate me for waking her up so early.For the next week, HockeyDude12 and I conversed every day. We talked about everything—our hopes, our dreams, our fears. I had never had such deep conversations with a man before, not even Bob.I told him about my divorce and my pledge to donate forty million dollars of my divorce settlement to an orphanage. He didn’t ask me why. He just said that it was the most noble thing he had ever heard.He told me about coaching children in hockey, many years ago. I asked him if he played hockey or coached anymore, but he said that chapter of his life was behind him. He coached someone at a gym, he said, but left it at that.I told him about the sexual harassment at work. He took a long time to reply, long enough that I thought he would be mad at me for it happening. When his reply finally came throug
I hadn’t been so mortified in years. Not since Barnett had started waking up while I was kissing him in high school. I thought about all the messages I had sent to HockeyDude12—all the personal confessions, the NSFW jokes, the suggestive emojis. Oh God, I thought, did I really tell him that I wanted to have an “unforgettable night” with him? With three winky faces?Inwardly, I was screaming. Outwardly, I was frozen to the spot, my seatbelt still in my hand. I wasn’t sure how long I had been sitting like that.What was I supposed to do? Go in there and hope that Barnett didn’t laugh me into the next century? No, no, I couldn’t risk that level of humiliation in front of him.Then I thought I saw Barnett look my way, and there was no question left as to what I was going to do.I fumbled with my seatbelt and backed the car out of its space as quickly as possible. Praying that Barnett didn’t get a good look at me, I ripped out of the parking lot and back toward my apartment.•* *After I