Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 79670 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79670 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
“I was wondering when you were coming home?” she asks and I let out a deep sigh.
“Not sure yet,” I tell her.
“What are you doing there anyway?” She asks a question that I’m not going to answer. No one but my father knows why I’m here, and that is how I’m keeping it.
“I definitely have to go shopping for clothes,” I answer her, changing the subject.
“Oh,” she says, “that’s another reason I’m calling. You should be getting some clothes in the next hour. I called in a favor.”
“Perfect,” I reply, right as the knock on the door comes. “There is my food. Also, why don’t you take a couple of weeks off? I’ll text you if anything comes up.” I get up, walking over to the door and opening it.
“I’ll wait for your call,” she says. “Stay out of trouble.”
I hang up on her, not saying another word. “Where would you like to eat?”
“Oh, I’ll just take the tray.” I put my hands on the cart that it’s on. “I’ll call when I’m done.”
The man has no idea what to tell me, he looks at me shocked when I take the cart from him and wheel it into my suite. “We’re all good,” I tell him, closing the door.
I roll it over to the living room and sit down, pulling the domes off the food. Something inside me needs to talk to her. So I pick up my phone and pull down her number, thinking there is no way she is going to answer me. I did switch numbers a couple of months ago, so this might be my in. The phone rings once and I pick up a piece of toast, expecting the voice mail to come on, but it doesn’t; instead I hear her voice. “Hello.”
FIVE
GABRIELLA
I see the three-two-three area code come up and I don’t know why, but I kind of know it’s him. But then I tell myself I’m exaggerating, but then I also tell myself I’m done running. “Hello,” I answer on the second ring.
“Gabriella.” He says my name and my heart skips a beat, but my head yells that he’s a traitor.
I literally groan so he knows I don’t want to talk to him. “What do you want, Romeo?” I ask instead of just hanging up the phone on him. The best thing to do would be to ignore him, he’ll go away faster. I also want to kick myself for not even thinking that he could have gotten another number.
“How are you doing this fine morning?” I can visualize him asking me this. I can actually picture the number of times he asked me this when we were together. He would always have his hip leaning against the counter while he asked me.
“I was doing great until I answered the phone.” I hope he can hear the annoyance in my voice. “But that doesn’t answer my question.”
“I want to take you out to dinner.” His voice is soft and smooth, and I close my eyes to remind myself that he isn’t who he says he is.
“No,” I immediately say and throw the covers off me.
“I’m not taking no for an answer,” he replies, and I stop mid-step and laugh out loud.
“Well, you have no choice.” I continue laughing at the audacity he has. “Goodbye,” I say, pressing the button and tossing my phone onto my bed. “The balls on that man,” I huff as I walk into the bathroom and start the shower. “What in the world is he thinking?” I ask myself as I angrily take off my tank top. “Oh, yeah, sure, Romeo, why don’t I let you take me out to dinner.” I toss the top into the dirty laundry basket. “So we can reminisce about how you fucked me over.” I toss my panties next before I step into the shower. “What the hell is he doing here anyway?” I ask the universe, but of course no one answers me back. I think the universe laughs out loud. Snickers at me.
Ever since I came home yesterday, I’ve been racking my brain over and over again, thinking about what he is doing here. Like why, after all this time, is he showing up here demanding to talk to me? We said all we had to say in that last phone call after he ruined everything.
I step out of the shower, grabbing the white plush towel and shaking my head. “Did he expect me to act like nothing happened?” I mumble to myself as I stroll over to my walk-in closet heading straight for the drawers that hold my panties, putting a pair on, followed by my bra. “Oh, yeah, sure, let’s go to dinner and reminisce about the old days.” I shake my head, grabbing a T-shirt dress and putting it over my head.