When Lily Langston goes to a game with her best friend. The last thing she ever thought to happen was being hit in the face with a ball.
But what left her even more shocked was when the guest pitcher himself, the known ruthless billionaire Hayes Gr...
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I could feel her eyes on me.
For the past two hours throughout our exam, I've felt her burning gaze. It was most definitely consequential to me for this exam, and later I'd figuratively beat her ass for it.
But right now, I can't even look at her without possible disqualification for assumed cheating. The sound of a pen tapping beside me was distracting; I wanted to shove that pen up Benjamin's ass.
I get it; it's a coping mechanism of anxiety. Something I was experiencing a lot of right now. If I could crawl under these floorboards and hide, I would.
So many things raced through my mind at once. My mind wasn't just focused on this exam but mostly on how I'd tell my family I was seeing someone and then hand them a wedding invitation in less than two weeks.
"Pencils up," the professor says. I drop my pen onto the desk and look up at Liz. An angry scowl is scattered across my face. She looks behind her and realizes it is her who I am mad at.
I turned in my test and exited the classroom, and as I heard Liz walk behind me, I turned to face her. "I'm going to fucking kill you; why the fuck were you staring at me!" She took a step back and sucked in her lips. "Well?!"
She reached into her coat pocket and handed it over. "See, when I entered the room, I couldn't tell you because we were beginning the exam. The whole time, I thought, has she seen this?"
I stared at the article on her phone. It was a picture of me and Hayes on a walk together. I was smiling; he was neutral. The catty tagline of "a brewing romance" was plastered above it.
"You already know I'm engaged; why are you surprised?" She shook her head, pulling the phone back.
"I know, but the media doesn't know. You hate social media. Your social media account is just pictures of Zoya, nature walks, and pictures of birds you find. You're a sixty-year-old woman online, okay?" I wasn't big about posting my face everywhere; I liked being nobody.
Because most of the time, it's easier for nobody to get hurt. "My Instagram remains the same, private with my nature pics. Sorry, I'm sixty years old, but now this sixty-year-old may have just failed her exam!" I turn away from Liz in frustration.
I hadn't seen Hayes in a couple of days. We exchanged numbers but he'll text me loosely as expected. It's mostly his assistant James with my packing details and a wedding list.
Though mine has been hard to compose, I haven't quite told my family, as I mentioned. Telling the Langston family that you're marrying someone, let alone a man they've never met. I was going into a den, a lion's one.
I didn't quite know how to tell my mom. She already had my father to worry about, and I didn't want her to worry about me. My brother Warren is a naval officer, and he's currently on deployment for 18 months.
