Alexandria knew that much, but she still wanted to kill him. Anyone who’d met the man probably had the same thought. He was rude, overbearing and obnoxious.
By the time she reached her bedroom and slumped down on the canopy bed, Samuel O’Malley had died a thousand deaths in her mind. No, killing him was too easy. She would make his life as miserable as he was about to make hers.
He hated her. Strike that. He hated people with money in general, so why had he even agreed to be anywhere near her, let alone be her bodyguard.
Money.
Money was the only thing she could think of. Right then and there she decided that she would throw her money in his face at every opportunity. Yes it was childish, but she didn’t care.
“Calm down,” she told herself. The phone on the nightstand rang. She grabbed it. “What!”
“Alexandria, is that you?”
“Oh, Robyn, I’m so sorry. Hi, how are you?”
“What’s wrong? You’re not answering your cellphone. I called your condo and couldn’t get you. I took a chance and decided to call you at your dad’s.”
“I’ve been here since yesterday,” she said twisting the phone cord around her finger.
Robyn wasn’t at all like some of her other friends. Robyn cared about her and didn’t want anything in return. She didn’t get a kick out of hanging out with the rich girl. To show her appreciation, Alexandria had bought her a leather jacket for Christmas about a year after they’d met. It was too expensive Robyn had said. Alexandria returned the jacket and donated the money to Robyn’s Nest Foundation. A foundation devoted to helping kids and families with Sickle Cell Anemia.
All Robyn wanted was her friendship. It was hard for Alexandria to accept that because people always wanted something from her. Her relationships always came with a large price tag. People either wanted to get a job with her father’s company, like her last boyfriend, or wanted to get ahead. Robyn was always there when she got trashed in the tabloids and had never judged her, even when she had cause to.
Robyn had helped so many kids while Alexandria remained in the background. That’s how she wanted it. The only thing that made the news was her latest conquest, as one paper had called it and she played up to. The only person that knew the truth was Robyn. How could she let her father take away the funding he had promised?
“Sweetie, what’s wrong? Alexandria?”
She thought about telling Robyn about the Neanderthal downstairs, but decided against it. Her life wasn’t that bad. She just needed to tough this one out. It was like any other hurdle. This time she just had to contend with an overbearing bodyguard.
“You know how it is when I see my father,” she said, lying back on the bed resting against the headboard rubbing her forehead.
“Yes. You need to be detoxed,” Robyn said with a hardy laugh. “I’ve just the thing. There’s this new recipe I want to try. How about having dinner with me and Dennis?”
“I thought that husband of yours was at a medical convention.”
“With an IQ like his, he gets bored easily. He came home a day early. Say you’ll come.”
Samuel O’Malley popped into Alexandria’s head. She remembered the car incident and the scene in the salon,
I’ve never had to be explained before, Princess, morning or night.
She didn’t want to let him loose on anyone, least of all Robyn and Dennis. They didn’t deserve it.
“I can’t,” she sighed.
“I won’t take no for an answer,” Robyn insisted. “See you at six.”
“I don’t know if I can. I’m meeting someone,” she lied, not really sure how she was going to explain the thorn in her side.
“I see,” was all Robyn said. What remained unsaid was, who was the guy this time and what would be the fall out from it. But like the dear friend Robyn was, she wouldn’t pry until Alexandria was ready to talk.
“It’s not like that. It’s business,” she explained quickly.
“I see,” she said