Maisie's pov
June 9thLast night was horrible. Yesterday in general was horrible. I mean it started with a mental breakdown. Then, Tanner showed up. My dad is on his death bed. And I kissed Camdyn. Now, don't get me wrong. He's a good guy. Great even. I just personally see no point in getting tangled up with someone who will leave me. I don't want him anywhere near me today, I don't want him to even speak to me. Not because of anything he did, but simply because I've not the strongest self control around him. Hell, I'm beginning to believe it may have been something I did to get my mind off of everything. And if so, I feel bad because it would mean I used him for a quick debrief from my own mind.
"Well you're up late this morning." I look down at my phone and see 7:48 am, and I practically groan. "An hour later than I wanted..whatever." Lucille's eyes meet my tired gaze, but she doesn't say anything. She just kind of narrows her eyes and stares. "What is it, Lucille?" I don't meet her eyes again once they've left, she's curious about something, she sees something I don't. She walks up to me, her body sitting on the bed where I laid less than five minutes ago. "Come here, Mais." Her motherly gaze is stuck on something on my face, a stern expression that scares me. I move my feet to her, rather slowly, but when my feet stop, I stand right in front of her. "Your eyes are puffy and bloodshot. Your face is breaking out and your lips are chapped."
She only says it like this because she knows I'm usually always on top of my skin and lips, considering I'm insecure about everything else, I always make sure my face looks good. "It's whatever. I just forgot to shower last night. I was tired." I run my fingers through my knotted hair, pulling it off of my warm skin, suddenly feeling overwhelmed by it. "No, Mais. This isn't just because you were tired. What happened at the cemetery? Was it something Camdyn did??" I bite my lip and look around, anywhere but her eyes really. She grabs onto my face, still scanning over everything different she sees. "Stop, Luce. I'm fine. I'm gonna go shower and get ready for the day. You work with Camdyn today right?" She furrows her brows, almost angrily, she shakes her head and stands up quickly. "That was yesterday. Trystan and I did the majority though. So you could go with Camdyn to see your mom."
I blow a shaky breath at the events of yesterday, reliving all of it in just the split second I have before I hear another voice. "Knock knock!" Camdyn. Lucille looks at me with wide eyes and smirks, almost as if she can read something on my face. "Come in!" I hear the front door open, footsteps down the hall, and then a light knock on my cracked open door. "Lucille. I need to shower. I have too much to do today rather than wasting half of my day standing here." She sends an angry look in my direction, smiling when she looks up at Camdyn entering through the door. "How are you feeling this morning?" Something about Camdyn's voice makes me want to cry all over again, it's so soft and reassuring to hear when you know your life is falling apart.
"I'm fine." My chest hurts. My head aches. My stomach is in knots. My eyes burn. But I'm fine. And when I remember what happened last night, I die a little more, and the fact that he eased that pain so easily is enough for me to hate myself today. "Mais." I stare off into the closet, my dad's graduation gift to me. A crème colored cowgirl hat with my birthstone laced around it. Ruby red bling being the belt of the hat that I've worn once before. Momma's funeral. "Maisie?" Lucille's voice is quiet compared to the thoughts in my head, the memories of all my parents have done for me. "Maisie." Lucille's voice soon starts to sound like my mom's. Sending my heart rate into a spiral. I clutch my hand onto my aching chest and suck in a harsh breath. "Sweetheart." Camdyn's voice booms calmly through my room, bringing me to the realization of which I'm all alone and damn near parentless. Then, all at once, everything crumbles. "Does aunt Jane know?" Camdyn's worried eyes go wide, but only for a second before he sees that it scares me.
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Boots and Billionaires
Любовные романыMaisie Walker, a 19 year old whose life revolves around her grandparents' property and her dad's livestock. She's got livestock plans and college to try and attend to.. but when the billionaire comes into town. Everything changes. For worse or for b...