Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 43827 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43827 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
I’ve been out of sorts for the past few days not knowing what to do with myself. On the one hand I was more in love with him now if that were possible, and on the other, the jackass hadn’t even been by to see me for crap sake. I was in turns pining after him and feeling sorry for myself, or going around the house on a tear. It was getting so bad that even my maid Cornelia, who was the epitome of decorum, had finally had enough of me and told me to stop being a bitch.
I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but it’s as if there’s a fever raging inside of me and I have a sneaky feeling that the only one who can put it out is Grant Colfax. And since he’d rejected me so callously by not even sending me flowers after mauling me on his front lawn, it would be a cold day in hell before I ever put myself at his mercy again.
I was dreading the next time we ran into each other, and there will be a next time, how can there not be? The man lives next door and is one of daddy’s nearest and dearest. I’ve given some thought to running away for the summer, but I didn’t want people thinking I was off licking my wounds somewhere, so later for that.
Still, I had to come up with something. It was only a matter of time before someone figured out that I wasn’t hiding out and pining for love of that asshat Joel, and then what? I should’ve known better than to fall into the arms of that snake, I knew only too well his reputation with the opposite sex. I don’t know what possessed me to think that I would be any different. I ought to get my gun and go hunt him down, but I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction, the pig.
“How’re you feeling this morning dear?” I smelt mama’s Chanel number five before her tiny form came waltzing into my sitting room where I was picking over my breakfast tray. Lately all I’ve been able to keep down is a cup of hot cocoa in the mornings and maybe a handful of nuts at lunch. Anything else gets stuck in my gullet and makes me want to puke. Something else Grant has robbed me of, my appetite.
“I told you I’m fine mama, stop fussing. I wish you and daddy would take that trip.” What was the world coming to when a girl like me was contemplating sending her mama and daddy on her wedding trip? It was sad to be sure.
I hadn’t seen hide nor hair of that weasel Joel, he’s been calling and calling, but I have no interest in anything he has to say. Last I heard they’d had to pin the harlot’s elbow back together. Daddy said something about her making waves and threatening a lawsuit but he’d put out that fire, at least I think that’s what he’d said. My mind has been so preoccupied with you know who, that I haven’t been able to hold a decent thought in days.
“Your grandpa’s downstairs chomping at the bit. You need to go down there and let him see that you’re okay before he lights the town on fire.” Poor grandpa, he tends to take any affront to me personally on account of I’m the apple of his eye. It’s a miracle that I’d been able to hold him off this long, but mama had been able to convince him the last few days that I needed my rest. I guess he figured a week was long enough. Had it really been that long?
“I guess I’d better get myself together.” I looked down at the robe that I’d been practically living in for the last little while. It was hard enough getting myself together enough to take a shower farther more getting dressed. I didn’t want to see anyone or do anything except wallow in my own self-pity.
I felt just a little bit guilty that I hadn’t even given my intended a second thought since that night. I was thinking more and more that he and the librarian had saved me from a monumental mistake. I see now that it was foolish to think that marrying someone else would make a difference in the way I felt about that snake Grant. At least I hadn’t heard anything more about his marrying Marcy, but that didn’t mean that it wasn’t still true.
Is that why he’d rejected me? It hurt my heart to think so. To think that I’d lost to her, but more that I’d lost him. Don’t be stupid Cami; you never had him in the first place, just because you let him screw your brains out. On that depressing note, I dragged my dying carcass up from the lounger and headed for the en suite. “Tell the old codger I’ll be down in a few.” It was time to wash Grant Colfax out of my hair, or at least give it the old college try.