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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A look of hurt spread across her face as I left that hot tub of hell. But I couldn't be near her, because I couldn't sit there and let her pry.
Because I've done it all on my own, I've never needed another soul to help me stand. I've been walking on my own for a long time.
I felt like a dick, but I didn't want to ruin today. The moment that sustained earlier. The day we had before the hot tub, because I didn't want this, I didn't want therapy. I wanted meaningless things and non deep conversations.
No emotions.
No feelings.
Just being able to unwind with no strings attached. But nothing comes without a challenge with Lily, she was dying to know me. But I didn't even want to know me. I wished nobody knew me most of the time and that's how it remains.
I knew I hurt her, but it wasn't her business. I wasn't just one of her clients I wasn't a patient. I wasn't just a person she could use in a study. I was a person with unexplainable and undefinable feelings.
It's like when you stub your toe, it hurts in that moment. A blistering and stinging sensation fills your toe and foot with shock but slowly it fades and then it's gone. Like most things, you feel it and it's so strong in the moment. But slowly it goes away and you move on to the next thing.
She made too many assumptions. She judged me with no judgment allowed. She was a rule breaker. Call me childish, but Lilian Langston was too nosey for my taste.
I discarded my swim trunks into a bin and went to the bathroom. I turn the handle as ice-cold water splashes my arm quickly turning to a boil.
I hear the bedroom door close and I see her shadow against the hardwood. As I moved my head she stood in my mirror view staring at the floor in her suit. A guilty look spread across her solemn little face.
Fuck.
She debated on going to the door, I could tell as she moved her foot to step forward and then withheld. She shook her head lightly in conflict, she hated me. I could tell I bothered her most days and she'd probably run if I gave her the out with the money, most would.
Nobody willingly wanted to be around me.
I learned to never expect things from people because if you do, the only thing you'll get in return is disappointment. My mother growing up always told me to hope for the best but always expect the worst. So when nobody showed up for things, I expected it.
A conversation with my mom would cost me a three-hundred-dollar bottle of wine. Lily was her in, and into my money and to act like she cared. She cared about Lily, it was clear, but her own son was a different story. She had her own motives, she was too self-obsessed to notice her children struggling.
