Black Ties and White Lies(16)
I let out a defeated sigh, slumping down in my seat and crossing my arms over my chest. “That’s creepy, you know.”
“It’s using the resources I have at my disposal.”
My phone vibrates. Giving Beck a dirty look, I unlock it and check the group chat with my roommates. My eyes track over the lengthy conversation they’d had in the time since Beck stole me from work.
EMMA
Winnie. You’ll never believe who showed up to whisk our very own Cinderella from work for the day.
WINNIE
Beckham Sinclair???
Oh my god. He showed up?
Don’t leave me on read. I need DETAILS!!
EMMA
Sorry. Darla just yelled at me for being on my phone.
YES!!!! He graced us with his beautiful presence. NO ONE TOLD ME HE WAS THAT HOT.
WINNIE
Why isn’t Margo responding? Margo…we need details. Like right now.
EMMA
She might be having hot car sex with her new boss. I would if my boss looked like that.
Well. I guess technically he is my boss. Too bad I didn’t get offered that assistant position. I’d assist him right to the bedroom.
WINNIE
Emma!! He’s your boss.
EMMA
I’m pissed I didn’t know how hot he was. Margo didn’t mention that.
WINNIE
I’m in a dumb group with girls from high school that send every picture of him posted on the internet. They all still hold out hope he’ll give them an ounce of attention.
MARGO
He’s not that good looking.
I smirk, my eyes bouncing to Beck who is also looking down at his phone. If he only knew the text I just fired off to my best friends. He’d probably say something cocky about how my reaction to his every move says otherwise.
EMMA
Shut up. Were you banging?
MARGO
No. He’s taking me to our apartment.
EMMA
WHEN I’M NOT THERE?! What the hell, Margo. I could give him a tour of my bedroom.
I laugh, catching the attention of both Beck and Ezra. I mask my reaction immediately. I don’t want to risk Beck reaching across the car and stealing the phone from my hands. It seems like something he’d do. I look back at my phone. Emma will lose her mind when I have to pretend that Beck and I have become fake engaged.
WINNIE
Why is he taking you there?
MARGO
I guess I’ll find out.
I ignore the rest of the messages for now, despite feeling my phone vibrate countless times. Ezra turns onto a familiar street, cluing me in that Beck wasn’t lying. He knows where I live and that’s where we’re going. “Care to tell me why we’re going to my place?”
This actually does make him smile, except the smile is anything but friendly. It’s devilish, making my stomach sink as I wonder the meaning behind it.
“We’re getting you all packed. We fly back to New York tomorrow.”
I swear this man is trying to send me into a tailspin. “I don’t think I heard you correctly. We can’t leave tomorrow.”
“And why’s that?”
“Because I have friends here. I need to pack. I need more time to move across the country.”
There’s a speck of humor in his eyes as he leans deeper into the hand that holds his head. “You would’ve had that if you called me. Sorry, but duty calls. I need to return to New York tomorrow. I’d much have preferred tonight, but I’m being generous and giving you the evening. But that’s as far as my generosity goes. You’ll be leaving with me tomorrow since you’re supposed to be in the office with me Monday morning.”
I anxiously pick at my cuticles. I normally take a week to pack for a long weekend. How the hell am I supposed to pack for uprooting my life and moving halfway across the country in one night?
My mind reels as a thought pops into my head. “If you had my address, then you had my number.”
He shows off his perfectly straight white teeth when he grins. “This seems way more efficient.”
My argument stays in my throat as Ezra pulls up to the apartment complex. Beck must’ve really done his research, because we even pull up to the correct building. Ezra puts the SUV in park as Beck and I have a silent stare off. I refuse to look away from him. I may have signed away the next year of my life to him, but he doesn’t just get to tell me at the last minute to pack all my things and move away tomorrow.
“I’m not leaving tomorrow.”