𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐒𝐄𝐘
For the past five years, I've managed to avoid him. I've managed to forget about him and move on from him. Mostly. Alex Lancaster and I have history, but nothing will ever change between us.
At least until he shows up at my dad's work...
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My phone rings, disturbing me from my sleep. I groan, searching blindly for my phone with my hand. I find it and manage to answer it, pressing it to my ear. "Hello?"
"Shit, did I wake you?" Is the first thing I hear.
"No, I just happened to answer the phone at—" I check the time. "—Jesus Christ, one in the morning."
"I'm sorry. I knew I shouldn't have called." He mumbles.
"How'd you even get my number?" I yawn, flipping over in my bed, ready to go back to sleep.
"Your boss." He admits sheepishly.
"I got off at seven. Why didn't you call me then?" I mumble.
"Didn't get your number till sometime after ten." I groan. I just want to sleep. And here he is, disturbing that luxury. "Lindsey?" I hum, my phone pressed against my ear and my pillow. "Put your phone on the charger."
"Too far." I murmur.
"Your phone will die."
I hum again. "And whose fault is that?"
"Lindsey." My name coming from him sounds so foreign, yet so familiar. It's almost...comforting. I hear him sigh. "Goodnight, Lynn."
My old nickname... He remembered it. It's been so long since I've heard that name. I want to hear him say it again.
Almost as if he can hear my thoughts, he whispers, "Goodnight, Lynn." and I slip back to sleep.
***
I stumble through my apartment, trying to put my heels on. "Go on, you stupid shoe!" I groan. First, I wake up late. Second, my hair won't work, so it looks like a mess. And third, my shoes won't go on.
God, could today be any worse.
My phone rings and I lunge for it, answering it. "What?!"
"Is that anyway to greet your father?" My heart drops.
Shit.
Shit, shit, shit.
Turns out, today can be much worse.
"How'd you get my number?" I hate this. I hate the way he makes me feel weak. Like I'm still a child.
"I have my ways." I don't want to know what those ways are. "Now, it's already been announced to the public that you and Mr. Lancaster have begun to date."
Well. At least now Rhys and Naomi won't suffer due to paparazzi anymore. Now it's just me.
"I expect you two to play your part. Tomorrow, you'll have to post a picture to prove your relationship." He instructs.
I don't respond. There's no point. He always gets what he wants, because that's how he is. He takes what he wants and gives you nothing in return. And he's got plenty of money to do that.
