Six o'clock ticks past on the large wood-framed clock in the lobby of my building. The sound mixes with the scuffle of my tennis shoes on the tile floor as I walk to the stairwell. The muscles in my legs scream on each step up. Walking everywhere this week has taken a toll. My whole body needs a weekend at home to recuperate.With no need to rush out of work early to avoid a certain black Escalade, I stayed later to make up hours. Yet, even after reminding myself plenty of times not to expect Jake to be waiting outside for me, I couldn't stop the letdown I experienced when he wasn't there. I knew better. With the lack of flowers, lunch time delivery, and that cold, to-the-point text, Finn and I are officially over. He's done with me. Whether it was trying to get me back or an attempt at expunging his guilt, he's over it now. The small speck of hope I'd been holding on to flew down the street as I started toward home.I no longer need to avoid Finn at our place... um, my place so I'
Jake stops the car in front of the cobalt blue office building Finn now calls home. The door is open and he's out before Jake can make for his handle, but Jake's huff at his inability to complete his task is easily heard from my place in the backseat."It's good to see you again, Aspen. Have a nice night." Jake tips his head in my direction, his black tie bunching in the opening of his suit.I meet Finn at the front of the building and wait while he holds the door open for me."I didn't see Jake out there when I came home tonight. How'd he pick us up so fast?" I question as we stand next to a polished metal elevator door.Finn sticks a key card the size and shape of a credit card into a slot and the doors open. "Yeah, you didn't see him on your way out from work either."I follow him into the small space and work through his answer. Did Jake follow me home and I not notice? That idea sounds ludicrous. Finn stands behind me and wraps his arms under mine pulling my back to his
James continues to sing. The "if we let this moment end so soon," lyrics hit me hard as I apply them to our situation and what Finn must have been going through the last week.He cuts in before my tears can form. "And for the record, since we're getting it all out there. I don't have a few billion in the bank. After I officially formed the company, invested in this building, and shared with our early investors, including Trey — there wouldn't be a company without him — I have a little over a billion. Give or take a few dollars."I scoff at his answer. "Of course, that changes everything. You're so poor," I respond flippantly and then feel bad. He's being serious and I'm throwing the situation back in his face rather than allowing him to explain."I'm serious. I didn't set out to make money. I just had the right game at the right time. You have to understand I'll never get another payout of those magnitudes. It will never happen again. Unless I decide to take the company public on
* Finn *"You have to give a girl more than three hours' notice on these events, Finn!" Aspen's voice heightens with each word as her panic sets in. She pulls on the hem of her dark pink knee length dress. I'm sure it has some kind of special name, but who the hell knows."It's an art exhibit. Everyone will be in jeans. That's how artists dress," I reassure her on her clothing choice and place a kiss to her forehead from across the leather seat of the black Escalade.She's quiet and I think the conversation is done until, "You're not in jeans. You're wearing a suit!" She eyes my grey three-piece suit with distain.Jake looks back from his place in the driver's seat and gives me a look. Like I haven't noticed she's freaking out. I lift a shoulder a smidge not willing to be caught by Aspen in her panic. I just won her back last night. I won't do anything that might make me lose her again. Now or ever."Baby, you look fine in whatever you wear." It's the truth and whenever I cal
The female character hangs beside him. The painting's technique is the same, but her frame, while in the same color and material, has elaborate swirls etched into the wood. On this set I have to agree with Aspen. I like them as well."You should buy them and hang them in your new place," she coaxes. "They're only five thousand a piece." Her fingers reach out and tap on the small place card beneath the pictures with their name and price. Her comment might sound flippant to those around, but the way her eyes widened as she read the dollar amount displays her true emotions at the outrageous fee.I stifle the laugh at her tight disbelieving expression. "Ten thousand dollars? No wonder these are starving artists."Aspen doesn't answer, but she gives me her double eyebrow raise with one eye open much wider than the other look. Her attempt at a raised brow. It's horrible, just horrible. I love it."Okay, I'll buy them both, but we have to put the female at your house." If it wasn't fr
VOLUME TWO: LAGLag:A noticeable time delay between a player's actions and the reaction of the server.I was promised paradise, but no one warned me it would come with extraParadise Island is exactly what the brochure guaranteed. Paradise. My body relaxes deeper into my large white lounge chair as the sun travels higher in the sky, heating the surface of my skin."Oh, look, Simone. He's a hottie. Go talk to him." My mother's voice carries from her position to my right, but there isn't enough strength in my body to move my head and give her a good eye roll."Mother, he's way too young for Simone. She needs someone responsible and mature to be dull with." The perky blonde to my left, otherwise known as my sister Elena, adds her unsolicited opinion.I lied.Paradise Island would be perfect if it weren't for the two blonde, nosy companions on either side of me. There wasn't a single warning in the brochure about my mother, Sheila, trying to hook me up with every seemingly
Bypassing the tables, I slip onto one of the bamboo stools and wait for the bartender to make his way in my direction. The area is mostly empty at noon, and it doesn't take me long to order our three beverages. I'm sure to pick a girly drink as well so my sister has a greater chance of her damn pink umbrella she's so desperate for.A slow breeze kicks up and ruffles the leafed roof above me and the smell of steak and garlic follows. My thoughts move to lunch and how much food I'll put away on this all-inclusive vacation. I may not go home with a man, but if the amount of bacon I've consumed at breakfast is any indicator, I'll carry an extra five pounds of me on the plane.The stool to my left is pulled back, and the legs scrape on the tile, breaking my bacon-smothered daydream. I take a quick peek at my new companion and forcibly stop my grimace by placing a hand over my mouth."Beautiful day today in paradise, huh?" The were-doctor leans toward me as he uses his cheesy line. One
Elena slips down the hallway from the suite we share with our parents. Her short green dress shifts with each step and I worry for a moment about letting her out like this. How often do cute, blonde, American girls get kidnapped on vacation? I can't let anything happen to my baby sister."Elena! Hold up. I'll come with you," I call to her as loudly as I'm comfortable with, which isn't much since I don't want to risk one of our parents hearing.Elena turns back to me and cocks her head to the side as she sizes me up. "You aren't dressed for the club and Dad will figure it out if you go back in now," she loudly whispers back.I steal a quick peek at my outfit as if I've forgotten what I have on. Am I in pajamas? My dark colored skinny jeans with sandals and a pink tank top isn't horrible, but maybe not dance club material either. Not that I have any desire to go to a dance club. God, am I that old? I sound like a twenty-six-year-old grandmother."I'll sit at the regular bar, it'l