The Exception(66)

“Douchebag is at Bar Louie and he’s here with some chick. I’m sitting at the bar trying not to gag.”

“Thanks. Did he see you?”

“Yeah. When he was on his way to the bathroom. He just gave me a dirty look. Idiot.”

“We’re on our way.”

“You sure you want to do this, Bean?”

“I’m sure. See you soon.”

“He’s at Bar Louie with some girl,” I spoke as I held Drew’s hand.

“Don’t you think you should wait and talk to him at his house?”

“And risk seeing his parents? Um. No thanks. A public place is better.”

When we reached Bar Louie, I took in a deep breath as I walked through the door and saw Kellan sitting at the bar. Walking over, I gave him a big hug.

“So where is he?” I asked.

“Well, he’s walking over to us as we speak. Shit. Are you sure about this?”

“Look who decided to pop back into town,” Grant spoke as he approached me.

I swallowed hard. “Hello, Grant.”

Drew took a seat on the stool and ordered a scotch.

“‘Hello, Grant’? Is that all you have to say?”

“No. I have a lot to say. So how about we go over to that table and talk?”

“Nah. I have nothing to say to you, Jillian. Do you even realize the embarrassment you caused me and my family?” He grabbed hold of my arm.

“I suggest you let go of her right now,” Drew spoke in anger.

“And you are?” Grant cocked his head.

“The person who’s going to scar up that pretty little face of yours if you don’t remove your hand from her.”

“I’d like to see you try it, big man.”

Drew stood up from his stool and I stepped in between him and Grant.

“Stop it. I didn’t come here to argue. I came to talk to you. To put closure on us.”

Grant let out a loud laugh. “Us? There never was any us, Jill. I was marrying you out of obligation. Do you know how many women I f*cked behind your back over the years?”

I didn’t think he could hurt me, but he did, and I needed to get over it real quick.

“Did you honestly believe I loved you? The only thing you were good for was a social status.”

An anger ripped through me and my breathing became rapid. I couldn’t control myself as I balled my hand into a fist and punched him, sending him down to the ground. I kneeled down and grabbed hold of his f*cking polo shirt I hated so much.

“Do you know how long I’ve been wanting to do that, you little f*ckwad?”

“Oh my God!” The girl he was with came running over.

“Get out of here or you’re next!” I yelled at her. Looking back at Grant, who was lying there holding his jaw, I spoke, “Now I’ve embarrassed you twice. I came here to have a civil conversation to put closure on what happened, but no, you had to go run your smart mouth like you always do. The best thing I ever did was leave your dumb ass at the altar, and now I’ve said my peace. Have a nice life, Grant.” I let go of his shirt and stood up. “Come on, Drew. Come on, Kellan. Let’s get out of here.” I turned on my heels and walked out the door.

“Shit, Jill. I didn’t know you had that in you,” Kellan spoke as he caught up with me.

“Are you okay?” Drew asked with concern.

“I’ve never felt better.” I smiled.





Chapter Forty-Two


Jillian

One Year Later



I could hear the soft music play as the guests started to gather inside and took their seats in the luxurious chairs that were beautifully decorated with white satin bows and white roses. As I stared at myself in the full-length mirror, I recognized the girl staring back at me. Her name was Jillian Bell, soon to be Mrs. Jillian Westbrook. This was my wedding day and I couldn’t have been happier.

So much had happened in the past year. Kellan moved to New York and got a job on Wall Street making twice as much as he was back in Seattle. I took my bar exam and passed with flying colors, landing me a job at Westbrook Technology. Kristen passed away six months ago. It was a difficult time for all of us, but she made us promise that we would only grieve for a short time and move on with our lives and live life to the fullest. She made Noah promise that he’d find someone to love as much as he loved her. As heartbroken as I was not to have my sister standing by my side at my wedding, I knew she was watching over me. My dad visited New York frequently and him and Kristen became close as a father and daughter should be. I tried to reconnect with my mother, but there was only so much effort I could put in. We talked occasionally and she refused to come to my wedding, but that was her problem, not mine. I forgave her, though, because I wasn’t going to let her cast a shadow over my life anymore.

A nervousness rose up inside me as a thought crossed my mind. Running to the door of the suite I was in, I opened it.

“Jill, where are you going?” Kellan asked.

“I’ll be right back,” I said as I flew out into the hallway.

I stopped when I saw Drew standing there, staring at me. I bit down on my bottom lip as a smile crossed my face.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“I was coming to make sure you weren’t going to bail on me,” he spoke with a smile. “What are you doing?”