"This is the way you wanted it to be too, isn't it? Your mother knows of me now and I take it she doesn't really like me. So after this whole thing is over and done with she'll probably be more than happy that we broke up and give you all the time you need to find someone you actually care about," I tried, trying to put a cheerful note in my tone. "It actually works out perfectly, huh?"Her expression didn't change. "I said I would cancel the contract."My heart fell a little. "Why? Because of me? I don't want that, Georgia.""You don't want us to cancel the contract?""No," I told her, shaking my head."I'm not going to let this happen again. I was just frustrated. Remember what I said earlier? Next time your mother sees me I'll make sure there's nothing for her to nitpick at me about."She pulled a hand through her hair, sighing. "That's exactly it, Wilson. I don't want you to feel you have to pretend you're someone you're not anymore.""It's part of our contract," I pointed out. "Y
Georgia's POVOver the years, I'd been with a handful of guys presented to me by my mother. They usually had one thing in common: greed. Greedy for the highest fashions, greedy for attention, greedy for the wealth of the heir of a great hotel. I'd cared for them about as much as they'd cared for me. But we also had one thing in common: trying to appease my mother.That's how I lived my life. I was so scared of losing everything, I could give up anything. Money was more important to me than cherished relationships. I didn't care what I did, who I hurt, what I ruined provided that at the end of the day I'd come out on top.But suddenly everything was different. Wilson was someone I didn't want to hurt. He was someone I didn't want to ruin. He suddenly because someone I didn't want my mother to ever touch. I didn't know when it'd happened. At first, he was simply an impecunious young woman I needed in order to complete my ruse. I could've cared less about how he felt. But now...Now I ca
Wilson's POVFor the next week, I felt Georgia tip-toeing around me. She woke up in the moring before me and rushed off to work before I could greet her and she came home later than me, heading straight into her room before I could even speak her name. Even when we finally made it back to my old apartment so we could clean up, she stood aside by the door and watched silently as Solene, Arian, and I packed my things into boxes and trash bags.I shivered just thinking about my apartment. It didn't feel right anymore. It didn't feel like home anymore. Which was all the more reason to be grateful to Georgia for letting me stay here. Which was all the more reason for me to find an apartment quickly and get out if I was making her uncomfortable.Annoyed, I slammed a coffee cup into the sink a little harder than I'd meant to. Arian jumped from beside me, letting out a startled squeak."Sorry," I apologized sheepishly."Things still awkward between you and Georgia?" he guessed."I don't know.
Suddenly the door to the bar burst open and an employee with an ashen face stuck his head in. "Sorry for interrupting, Sir, but some dude flipped over the pool table."Walter groaned. "Again?""Again?" I said. Now even more than before, I couldn't imagine tiny little Arian hanging out in a place like this. But definitely my brother."Sorry guys, I have to get out there. If anything new develops, I'll let you know," he said, standing up from his chair.Arian and I followed suit, saying our goodbyes. As we were headed back to my car, my phone started ringing. Georgia's name flashed on the screen."Hello?""Are you home?""I'm not at your place yet, no. Why?""Please head back now. Henry will be there shortly and one of us needs to be there.""And you can't?""I'm busier than you."I pursed my lips. "Oh, are you?""Please just meet him here. I have to go.""Wait a second! Who's Henry? Georgia? Georgia!" I pulled my phone away from my face, seeing she'd disconnected the call. I ground m
Georgia's POV"Ms. Calloway, wake up. Your mother would like to speak to you."I lifted my head up from my desk and stared blearily at Henry, who was standing in front of my desk, his cell phone in hand. My mother? Suddenly more alert, I straightened and cleared my throat. "Why didn't she call me first?"He quickly muted his phone. "I think she knows you wouldn't answer.""Is she back?""No. She says she has something to tell you."I hesitated. Had she already found out I'd changed the locks? Or maybe the security cameras were finally shut off and she'd found out about it?Begrudgingly, I took the phone from Henry and unmuted it. "Yes, Mother?""Were you sleeping?""No," I lied."Did you finish your work for the day?" I glanced at the pile of paperwork on my desk: plans for new locations, ideas for new promotions, severance plans for the one employee that got fired in California, a paper requesting an updated oSHA certification, a payroll incident our accountant wanted me to double-
My phone buzzed and I looked at it, a message from my mother glowing on the screen. After opening it, I let out a scoff. There was no doubt that it was an image of the guy I was being set up with. Short, coffee-colored hair framed his pointy face, his eyes sharp and challenging. I recognized that look. It was the same one I used when I looked down upon someone.Another text buzzed.Carlo Eliseo, 25. Get his orchids, not roses. Went to Harvard. Do not wear jeans.I locked my phone and resisted the urge to roll my eyes. I didn't need Spark Notes for a date. Especially considering I didn't care for said date. Then an idea hit me. "Henry," I called.Five seconds later he popped his head in, glasses sitting crookedly on his face."Yes, Ma'am?""Prepare a dozen roses for me tomorrow, by five o'clock."He gave me a confused look. "Your mother requested a dozen orchids already."I felt the corner of my lip rise. If I was the one dumped, my mother couldn't complain. "She made a mistake. I'll
Wilson's POV"Holly, when are you coming back to work?"I pulled back my phone a little bit, giving it an are-you-shitting-me look. It'd been, what? How long since I'd been away from Michelangelo's? A couple weeks? And this was the first thing out of my manager's mouth when he finally spoke to me again?"It's Wilson." I replied flatly."Wilson yes, yes. Sorry about that."My fingers twitched and I resisted the urge to throw the phone."Anyway, is your availability the same as before? I'd like you back on the schedule as soon as possible.""It's the same," I said begrudgingly. I really, really didn't want to go back to work there. But after thinking things through, it was probably for the best. I had the money Georgia had given me, but with the sudden change in the situation with my brother, I figured it'd be best to keep extra money aside. Lawyers weren't cheap and as far as I. I knew my brother wasn't making any money in jail. And on top of that, I had to leave Georgia's house at so
I cursed inwardly, knowing I'd have nobchoice but to listen to Collin. I silently apologized to Solene as I made my way over to their table. Georgia's gaze followed me the whole way and I gave her a sharp look, hoping she knew what Solene had told me.As I walked up to the table, both Georgia's and Solene's eyes grew wide. "Hello everyone, my name is Wilson and I'll be your server tonight," I greeted them, keeping my eyes trained on Solene. Georgia was sitting on the outside of the bench, closer to me. I could feel her stare on me. "Could I start you off with a drink?""Water all around," Solene said immediately."Can I actually have a lemonade?" a quiet voice spoke up and I switched my gaze to the guy sitting opposite. A bad decision.He was handsome. And not in the Cosmo magazine cover way. In the natural, born-with-it-way. It took me an hour and a crap ton of make-up to look that good. This guy didn't look like he was wearing any. Long eyelashes, clear bronze skiin, shiny hair. I