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Book 4: chapter 6
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“And your newest junior marketing manager,” she said, her smile widening. Then a cautious look crossed her face. “I just want to make sure… I didn’t get this job because of my dad, did I?”I shook my head, glad I could tell her in complete honesty that it had been hers to win or lose. “No, I didn’t even tell Maureen that I knew you.”Layla looked visibly relieved, and I was fascinated by how transparent her emotions were. I was used to people in the marketing world who felt like they had to look cool, calm, and collected at all times. And I’d grown up in a place where people hid their emotions behind disinterest and hostility. Layla was an anomaly in both.“I’m glad I earned it,” she said, more to herself than me. “I’d rather not get the job than be handed it.”She might not look like just one of the Davis pack anymore, but that was a Davis thing to say. Her dad was one of the hardest workers I knew, after me. The youngest BU professor when he was hired, he’d done a lot to prove himse
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LAYLAMy new apartment was only a fifteen-minute drive from Cross Media. I took the long route though, and made it take thirty. I shouldn’t have wasted the gas, but I couldn’t face going straight home. My best friend worked from home, so she’d be there waiting for a full report. Then my brother was supposed to come over after his afternoon class, and the three of us were going out tonight to celebrate.I was looking forward to it, but right now, I just needed some time alone. I needed to process what had just happened. I needed to convince myself that it hadn’t.I hadn’t just felt the same lurch of helpless lust at the sight of Aiden Cross.We hadn’t stared at each other longingly as the elevator doors slid closed.I hadn’t just taken a job where I was going to be in close proximity with him five days a week.I played the radio loud, trying to drown out the truth, but I heard it in every song. Unrequited love. Hopeless love. Bad choices. I should have switched it off the country stati
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AIDENThe meeting with the brand development team got pushed, kicked to lunch, and then after lunch, and finally, we turned it into a dinner meeting. I didn’t like doing shit like that–not because I had a family to rush home to, but I knew other people did.“It’s fine,” Maureen assured me. “You know what our team likes more than their families? Family-style Italian and wine on the company dime.”I snorted a laugh and made the reservation. We liked a place calledGiussepesdown the street that had big round, family-style tables with a Lazy Susan in the middle. We went there often enough that when we walked in, they already had the large bowls of pesto cavatappi and fettuccine alfredo and vodka campanelle. There were also baskets of breadsticks, hot and shining with butter. It was simple Italian, but the pasta was made fresh in house every morning and I’d never tasted better.Our group of six fell around the table and the wine began to flow as the Lazy Susan spun and the sound of forks cl
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LAYLAMy first weekend back in Boston was exactly what I wanted it to be. Bran spent most of the weekend with us. On Friday night, we went out to the bar that was a short walk from our apartment and had a little too much fun. Bran crashed on the sofa that night, then went home in the morning with his head between his hands. After he left, Liv and I took the same short walk we had to the bar, but now the side street was closed down for the weekly farmer’s market.“What are you doing?” Liv asked when I came back with a mini cheesecake and macarons.I looked down at the reusable bag she’d reminded me to bring. “Shopping?”She clucked her tongue and rustled her own bag at me, which was overflowing with baskets of strawberries and broccoli and long bunches of carrots. “Layla, you go to a farmers’ market for the fresh fruits and vegetables. You know, things with micronutrients that youneedfor the week.”“Ineedthis cheesecake and macarons.” But as we began ambling back the way we came, I sto
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Bran rubbed his palms together, all swagger and confidence again. “I like me a breadwinner.”“Gross,” I said in both mockery and agreement with Cecelia.I should have known that the dinner conversation would turn to Aiden and the new job. My dad poured four glasses of wine.“Kids drink atsixteenin Europe,” Cecilia complained.My dad ignored her and raised his glass. “To Layla’s new job!”Cecilia scowled, and my stomach dropped. We weredefinitelygoing to talk about Aiden. Four wine glasses and a water glass clinked, and I swallowed half the goblet in one go.“Honey,” my mom said, alarmed.“Chug, chug,” Bran chimed in.“Sorry, just–I think I’m nervous about starting tomorrow.” I pulled an apologetic face at my dad. “Is it okay if we don’t–”“Don’t be nervous!” His words bounded over mine like a golden retriever puppy. My dad was an emotional person, and he didn’t hold back on showing the love and pride he was feeling right now. “You are going to begreat. I told Aiden you didn’t need any
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AIDENI’d always been good at math, so on Monday morning, I sat at my desk and calculated exactly how little I could interact with Layla without Jack thinking I was being an asshole. I decided it was pretty damn little, especially if I stepped back from this Blake Morten thing and let Maureen run the show, like I usually did anyway. Sometimes I went with the team to the new employee lunch, but I decided that this time I wouldn’t. For one thing, I didn’t want it coming up that Layla and I already knew each other. That wasn’t a good look for her first day, even if she had earned the job completely on her own merit. For another thing, I didn’t want to spend an entire lunch hour sitting across from her, or God forbid, beside her. It was better for my sanity if I just checked in with her at the end of the day, made sure everything was going well, and then avoided her completely.It was a good plan, but it didn’t account for the layout of the office. Cross Media had the top three floors of
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LAYLASomewhere between leaving the office for the coffee shop and returning, caffeine in hand, I stopped being nervous around Aiden. It was a strange, exhilarating feeling. When I was a kid, I’d been intimidated by him. When I was a teenager, I was in love with him. Up until thirty minutes ago, I’d felt the same combination of excitement and nerves that I’d felt the day of my high school graduation–but with an edge of trepidation that the butterflies in my stomach were about to get stomped on.Now all that was gone.When I looked at him now, I didn’t see my dad’s best friend anymore.I didn’t see the unattainable older man.I didn’t see my boss.I just saw Aiden, a handsome guy that I wished would ask me out.I wasn’t stupid–I knew that hewasall of those things, but for the first time, I felt free of everything they stood for. Almost without realizing it, I slipped into treating him like he was a person instead of a walking No Trespassing sign.And from this new vantage point, I star
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I tried to hide how impressed I was. I was used to hierarchies in LA. There, the happy hour invitees had been divvied up by rank. Only upper management this time, or maybe this team is invited, but not those two newest members. Or sometimes it was about who was willing to be on camera when they were going to a place that was filming a reality show. Never ever had the whole company been invited, and I doubted they even knew the names of the tangential workers like security and janitorial. Of course, Aiden was different. He’d never been impressed by rank or privilege. From my dad’s stories, he actively disdained it. My dad had first noticed him when another professor pointed him out and said, “That kid is going nowhere fast, and he’s doing it with an attitude.” “And he was right,” Aiden chimed in when my dad told the story. “You were always going somewhere,” my dad disagreed. “You just needed help finding which direction to start in.” “Yeah, because I was headed straight for jail
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WhitneyThe insistent doorbell ring startles me out of sleep.Yawning, I swing a leg over the other, dragging my way out of the bed.I probably got maybe two hours of sleep. It took me forever to close my eyes last night, after the heartbreak Maddox put me through. I was restless, fidgety, and devastated. All the words he told me about falling for me meant nothing.If he was really invested, he wouldn’t use the first obstacle to dip out.It was my dad, but what else could it have been? Would he have used just a different excuse later on?A part of me wants to believe he has strong feelings for me, butdoesn’t wantto have them. He acted like he succumbed to it, but maybe he’s still fighting it. This isn’t a fight I can do for him.I’m aware of my love. But his? He has to own it.Sighing, I run into the bathroom, wash my eyes quickly. They’re still a bit puffy from all the late-night crying, but the doorbell keeps reminding me there’s someone out there who’s probably not a mail carrier d
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She fishes her phone from her pocket. “Do you want to schedule a post about hmmm, the pictures you were tagged on?”“No. I couldn’t care less at this point. I wasn’t doing anything illegal. I was on a date with my boyfriend.”She puts her phone back in her pocket, then looks at me with a flicker of surprise in her blue eyes. “Boyfriend? Thisisa soap opera. I usually don’t enjoy them, but it’s different when you know the main characters.”I roll my eyes. I bet I’d enjoy it too if I wasn’t one of the main characters. “Talk to you tomorrow, Astrid,” I say, and turn around. I beeline to his table, shoulders straight and heart pumping its way up my throat.“Whitney,” he says when I slide into the booth and sit across from him.“What happened with Dan?” I ask, the professional in me not wanting personal things to take priority. Even if my nerves are pulsing through invisible knots right now. I keep my hand under the table, tapping my fingers on my lap, fidgeting.A flash of anger sparks in
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WhitneyI walk into the club,and the first thing I see is Astrid on the corner. Why didn’t she text me back?I dash over to her, my gaze scanning for signs of Dan and Maddox, but because there are a few more patrons than usual, and I can’t find either. Thank goodness for Astrid’s hair color and bold fashion choices making her easy to find in a crowd.“What’s up?” I ask her.She peels her gaze from her phone then tilts her head at me. “Did you see your dad as you walked in? He just left.”My dad? I thought he was with his team on the opposite side of the property. Busy. “No.”“Maybe he took the other exit… the emergency one that leads right out of the hotel.”My shoulders sag. Shit. Does my dad already know? I thought I’d buy some time, at least a couple of hours until he found out. I need to get to Maddox first, before Dad talks to him. Or maybe I’m too late already. Apprehension sweeps over me. I stand in front of her, finding it hard to sit, my body restless. “What’s going on?”“Wel
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He’s a coward.Anger rises in me again, and I reach my drink and take it to my lips.I’m enjoying it when I see Charles walk up to me. He’s told me he’d be working with his team until late on a small gathering they’re throwing the next day for people of the trade. I wave at him, and he comes to my table with a determined expression, and long strides like he knows what he’s looking for. Who he’s looking for.My gut clenches. Something isn’t right.Was Dan an ass to him too, on the way back? Did Dan say anything bad about Whitney?Or did a bastard like me do something bad to Whitney?Like fuck her, again and again? I feel color draining from my face, and when Charles gets on the table with a disappointed look on his face, I already know it.“You jerk! I trusted you all those years. My daughter, really?” Charles says, flushed.My throat is dry and tight.Somehow he found out, and denying it will only make him angrier.Guilt crawls its way into my chest, and it’s hard to breathe. How can I
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Maddox“And this is where guests and locals come for drinks and music,” I say, gesturing as we emerge into the club. I see quite a few more patrons than the past few weeks, which shows me that Whitney’s efforts have worked. We’ve had more visitors and increased sales. Always a plus.I’d be a lot happier if it weren’t for the company.My body is still stiff, as I had to go through an entire dinner with Dan Walters who happens to be almost as annoying as he is misogynistic. I guess it’s been a while since I last sat through a meal with the guy. We’re not friends, and I’ve met him in social events and basically small talked.I want to give him the benefit of the doubt and say maybe the reason why he’s been talking about women nonstop and not under the best light is because of his divorce. Maybe he’s broken, and feels more powerful if he’s bragging about all the pussy he’s getting.But the cynical part of me knows better.This guy is a certified douchebag, and I hope Astrid can get a good
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WhitneyI strideinto the hotel lobby.Right now, Dan Walters the politician should be having dinner with Maddox. Maybe dinner is already over and they’re touring the hotel. Astrid is there in the club, ready to snap a couple of pictures as planned, and then send it to a gossip columnist friend of ours.If this was another client, I wouldn’t be here. My presence isn’t required since Astrid is here, as per her text.But I am shamelessly using every excuse in the book to be around Maddox, to see him more often, to spend more time with him.Ever since our ax throwing date, I can’t stop thinking about how far we’ve come. From him avoiding me for years to hinting about having children together one day. Who would have thought?A ball of joy rolls inside me, like a bowling ball running down the lane. Striking out.I add a little bit more pep to my step, and my goal is to pass by the restaurant and see them without introducing myself. But before I make it there, I almost bump into them, with b
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Maddox“Your turn,”she says, handing me the ax.I hold the weight of the tool, and clasp it. This is the first time visiting an ax throwing joint, and if at first the idea seemed silly at best, now I’m actually enjoying myself. Then again, why wouldn’t I? For the past few days, we’ve been together non-stop, or as much as our schedules allow.Still, it doesn’t feel like it’s enough.I shoot the damn thing at the target, hitting it right at buzz’s eye. She squeals, cheering me on, then takes a sip of her beer.She’s invited me here because she needed to come for an appearance and check out the place, take some pictures, then post about it later. So even though this should technically be work, it’s still relaxing. At least, to me.Besides, I get to see how she fills those skintight jeans and plaid shirt she’s wearing. I’ve seen how a couple of men looked at her, and wanted to punch each one.Though I know she’s mine.Mine forever.A warm glow flows through me, spreading into my veins. Wh
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“Maybe,” Maddox says, then clears his throat. “I hate to cut this short, but I have some phone calls I need to make soon.”“Oh, sure, no problem,” Dad says, then stands. We’ll leave you to it.”I hold the arms of the chair and am about to surge to my feet, when his gaze connects with mine and pins me to the spot.“I still have a question for you, Whitney,” Maddox says. “About the posting you’ll do later.”“Sure,” I say, and plop down on the chair again.Dad leaves and closes the door behind him.Quietly, Maddox stands and walks up to the door, and locks it. “You’re upset,” he says, picking a chair next to mine and sitting.I cross my legs, then uncross them and cross them again. “What? No,” I say in a hissy voice that betrays my words. I’m upset, and also embarrassed for being upset about him not acknowledging he’s seeing someone to my father. And maybe a tad jealous. What if Dad really tries to find him a date? My heart lurches. The idea of him with another woman gives me instant aci
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“There you are,” my dad says, walking up to us, bursting that bubble.I withdraw as if I’ve been burned.“Hey, Dad,” I say in an extra chipper voice. “What’s up?”“Can we all meet at the conference room for a quick meeting? I have some news to share.”I have some too, I say inwardly.I slept with your best friend and can’t wait to do it again.A twinge of guilt twists at my heart, like the sharp end of a new blade. My dad doesn’t deserve to be hurt in all this, but would his hurt last? Besides the immediate surprise, would he really put up a long lasting fight against our relationship? I doubt it.Dad isn’t the typical father.He tends to be more open minded than most. Growing up, I always kept a channel of communication open with him. I confided in him about tiffs with friends, dates gone wrong, and when things started to happen for me as a digital influencer, he was my biggest cheerleader. He encouraged me and my dreams.The thoughts keep me busy as the three of us walk through the h
