instantly lock gazes and he gives me a world winning smile. “I didn’t expect to see you here, Riley. This is quite the surprise,” he says to me in that husky voice of his.
I can’t tell him why I was really here so I lie and say, “I was just in the neighborhood and thought I would bring Isaac lunch.”
Conner laughs and says, “Well, I guess he was hungry for something else since we just got back from our lunch.”
Well shit, there went that lie. He knows I’m lying, but at least he doesn’t call me out too much on the white lie. Finally, the elevator reaches the lobby area and I bolt out of there. I don’t know what to say, so I just smile and leave. Conner has this way of making me feel things I shouldn’t. Especially if I’m dating someone, and that someone is his business partner/best friend. I really need therapy.
I’m caught up in my own world while walking back to my car that I don’t see the person I bump into until it is too late. “Oh, I am so sorry ma’am…Cammie?”
Well, isn’t fate just a bitch. “Hi, Riley. How are you?” she asks.
I really didn’t expect to see her. It has been three weeks since I last saw or spoke to her. I know I need to talk to her, but I’m not ready just yet. Plus, I can tell I hurt her. She looks like she hasn’t slept in weeks. She isn’t dressed as her normal girly self, either. She has this baggy sweater on with jeans and her hair is in a messy bun.
“Cam, I….I need to run. I’ll see you around,” I quickly tell her and all but run to my SUV. I know it is cowardly of me to run, but I can’t bear another second of seeing her hurt because of me.
I drive the long way home, hoping to clear my head some more. I know I am going to have to face Cammie sooner or later. I was just hoping for the later. When I get back to the house, I unload the groceries, and all the other household items. I was hoping that Isaac would’ve called by now. I was getting antsy waiting on him. I knew he was probably busy, but I still couldn’t shake the anxiety building.
I decide to relax a little, so I pop some popcorn, and turn on the TV. About an hour later, my phone finally rings. “Hello?” I answer.
“Hey, baby.” It’s Isaac. I do a mental happy dance when I hear his voice.
“Hey yourself. I was beginning to think you forgot about little old me,” I tease him.
“Riley, I could never forget about you. I was hoping you and I could grab some dinner tonight. Let’s say around seven? I’ll come pick you up.”
“Sounds good to me, I’ll see you then.” We hang up then. I realize Isaac must have been extra busy today.
I get up a couple hours later to start getting ready. I feel like a teenager again getting ready for Isaac. I can’t help but notice the smile that is permanently glued to my face. I don’t mind. It was so long ago since I felt any kind of happiness.
I get dressed in my chevron green dress and black heels. Isaac seemed to like me in heels our last date. I sit back down on the couch, getting impatient. Isaac isn’t the type to be late, so when thirty minutes pass by, I begin to worry. Is he standing me up? No, he would never do that to me. Isaac doesn’t come off as an inconsiderate asshole.
My stomach does a flip when I finally hear the doorbell ring. Finally, I thought. To my surprise, it isn’t Isaac at the door, it’s Conner. “What are you doing here?” I ask him.
He looks so hot, not something any girl could miss. His brownish blond hair is messy, like he just finished having a good fuck, and he is wearing a simple grey shirt with blue jeans. How can a man wear so little, but be so hot at the same time?
He laughs and says, “Isaac called me. He had to fly out of town, so here I am to take his place as your date tonight.”
I’m shocked. How could Isaac forget to tell me this? I decide that it isn’t worth getting upset over, and I take Conner up on his offer. “I guess you will do for one night,” I tease. Might as
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