Chapter 21
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He took the only bag I packed and placed it in the trunk. When we got to his penthouse, he carried it upstairs without saying much. I was still a bit shaken.
Aaron showed me around the place, hovering more than usual. Before leaving for a commitment, he asked more than once if I was okay, and told me to make myself at home. He was treating me like I might break at any second, which was very unlike the cold, composed Mr. Sinclair. But I was grateful for it.
Later, a stylist came by to take my measurements. Afterward, I called my mom and Gianna. I told Gianna what happened, and true to form, she went full psycho mode–graphic threats about what she’d do to Billy. Her dark humor cracked me up and lifted my mood.
I raided Aaron’s fridge for ice cream and found cookies in his pantry. If I had it my way, I’d live in that kitchen.
He told me to pick any room, so I settled into the one I’d stayed in that morning. I fell asleep with the half–eaten bowl of ice cream still beside me.
It’s been a week.
My mom’s chemo has started.
And Mr. Sinclair has been avoiding me like I’m contagious.
I haven’t seen him in seven whole days. The only reason I even know he’s alive is the envelope I found on the table this morning- inside was a black card, its password, and a reminder of our wedding date. Romantic, I know.
I’ve never actually seen a black card up close. Until now.
No, I haven’t gone back to my old place. When I visited my mom on Monday, she asked about Dain–şo clearly, he hasn’t been to see her either And I haven’t heard a word from him.
Honestly? I kind of hope it stays that way.
And no, I haven’t moved on from what happened. I’ve just shoved it so far down, I can pretend it doesn’t exist. Right before disappearing, Aaron offered to get me a therapist. I told him I was fine. Then *poof* he vanished.
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I’ve been idle. Bored out of my mind. But hey, it’s only been a week.
The only thing I’m looking forward to is Gianna coming back next w though I have no idea how I’m going to tell her I married my
asshole boss.
We’re getting married officially at the registry this weekend.
My closet (still weird calling it mine) is packed. Designer brands I can barely pronounce. Shoes, dresses, coats, jeans, t–shirts, sweaters- even bags and a vanity table. It’s every housewife’s dream.
1 eat, I sleep. I visit my mom. I eat again. I don’t even clean, people come in twice a week to do that.
But the truth?
I’m already tired of this so–called dream life.
I was never the type to just sit around.
Right now, I’m curled up on the couch in the sitting room, reading a book I borrowed from Aaron’s library, Trying not to think too hurd. Trying not to miss anything or anyone.
I fought off sleep as long as I could, but eventually, it won. I ended up dozing off with the book covering my face.
“Meditating? A deep voice startled me awake.
Mr. Sinclair
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I didn’t even hear him come in.
“Mmhmm,” I muttered, leaving the book right where it was. No way I was going to make a bigger fool of myself.
“Yeah, I can see that.” There was unmistakable amusement in his voice.
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“You finally decided to stop avoiding me?” I pulled the book off my face and set it on the table, sitting upright. He was lounging in the chair opposite me like he owned the air I breathed.
“Avoiding you?” He raised a brow.
“Forget it.” I suddenly felt silly for even bringing it up. He had no reason to avoid me. “Why are you here?”
“Do I need permission to be in my own house?” His voice was casual.
“You know that’s not what I meant,” I muttered, crossing my arms.
“I have something important to discuss with you,” he said.
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