Dear Heart, You Screwed Me(28)

I shuddered, he wouldn’t be with her now he was married to me, would he?

Damn it Reese, why would you care?!

My subconscious snapped at me. She was right. I shouldn’t care. Big deal we were married by an Elvis impersonator in Vegas, it means shit. It was nothing but a stupid, drunken mistake.

Like Ross and Rachel in Friends, except we were getting it annulled, we were not getting a divorce.

“Hey, wifey, wait up!” his voice was loud behind me. I stopped, looking over my shoulder before rolling my eyes.

“Why can’t you get the hint? I don’t like you; I don’t want to walk with you. I was just fine before you came along and ruined everything,” I snarled at him, slapping my hand down on my thigh.

His jaw dropped open, his brows meeting in the middle as he stood tall. He was really tall. Huh, I didn’t notice before. Weird.

“Sorry, did I force you to marry me?” Killian’s voice was raised as he stepped towards me.

“For all I know, yes!”

“Don’t be so fucking ridiculous,” he shook his head as I continued to walk away from him.

“Keep walking Reese, I will keep following. I have nowhere else to be,” I heard the amusement lace his voice.

“I will. You have fun trying to keep up,” I bit back, refusing to look at him again.

This is how we walked the whole way to the subway. Him two steps behind me. I was grateful to see the train pull in just as I got onto the platform. I was so over today, I just wanted to go back to my apartment.

I sat down between two handsome men on the busy subway, smirking at the fact that Killian hadn’t managed to get a seat. He fisted the red tag rope above his head as the train began to move. I was satisfied. I was scrolling through my phone when the guy beside me accidently nudged me as the train moved off the rail slightly, my head snapped up to look at him as he apologised. I smiled and told him it was fine before dropping my head again. That’s when I saw Killian’s shoes by my feet.

I slowly looked up through my lashes at him, blinking. He was stood over me, fists balled by his side like a raging bull. What the fuck was his problem?

“I suggest you move,” he spat through gritted teeth to the guy next to me who had just apologised.

“Killian,” I gasped.

“I was here first,” the guy retorted back.

“Bully for you. Now get up so I can sit next to my wife,” his voice was like venom, his tongue sharp.

“Sorry man, I don’t want any problems. Here, have your seat,” the young man got up and scuttled away.

Killian smiled, proud as punch as he sat next to me. He let out a relieved sigh before he leant forward and caught the attention of the guy who was sitting on the other side of me.

“I suggest you fuck off too,” he nodded, “run along.” Killian shooed him away and the guy scarpered up the other end of the carriage.

I wanted the ground to swallow me up. I was so embarrassed.

I didn’t talk to Killian for the rest of the train ride. I was so angry with him. How dare he feel like he can speak to people like that. As we pulled up at my stop, I rush to my feet and bolt for the door. As soon as I was on the platform I ran for the stairs, hoping and praying that Killian didn’t manage to get up quick enough.

Good, he didn’t follow. Hopefully he got the message. Douche bag.

Standing on the pavement, I held my hand up and hailed a taxi before slipping in and giving the driver my address.

I pulled my work phone out and ran through the list one more time when I saw an email from Harlen Laufer.

My heart drummed and raced in my chest as my fingers hovered over the keyboard.

“What’s the worst that’s going to happen?” I muttered to myself.

My heart fluttered; I was nervous. Opening his email, my eyes scanned for the important words.

He was in.

HE WAS IN!

I dropped my phone in my lap and let out a sigh of relief before I looked at the screen again and read his email slowly:

Reese,

I must say this sounds like an exciting and tempting invitation. But first, before we sign on any dotted lines, may I suggest we meet in person? I always like to get a feel for the people I agree to work with.

I wasn’t really looking for a new PR company, but my current PR team and agent are a bit ancient in their ways and I want to continue to grow, ready for when Blood Lust comes to an end. Because let’s face it, all good things must come to an end.

How about we meet tomorrow for lunch? I have a proposition for you. I’ll meet you at Sarabeth’s at noon and we can go from there.



Look forward to seeing you,

Harlen.





Holy shit.

This could be it. I tapped my calendar and added our business lunch in. This was good. This was exciting. That finish line of tomorrow was looking very promising. I played out the moment I rocked into Adele’s office with the paperwork from Harlen two days into my task. Then I would watch that smug smirk on her face disappear as quick as her fake arse attitude.

Nothing could wipe the smile off my face. Paying for the taxi, I jumped out and headed towards my block, greeting the doorman as I did.

“Evening, Miss Reese,” he tipped his top hat at me. I loved it here, I really did.

Walking through the lobby of the apartment block, I headed for the lift. I wanted a nice bubble bath, a glass of wine and then I wanted to write a list of questions to ask Harlen tomorrow.