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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I open my apartment door, just as Alex's hand is raised to knock. We both pause on opposite sides of the doorframe, staring at each other, but I'm the first to break.
"Let's get this done and over with." I mumble, grabbing my hand bag and locking my door. I walk down the hall of my floor, my heels clicking on the marble as I feel Alex following behind me. He follows me to the elevator and I press the button, the doors opening instantly.
"Nice place." He comments as the elevator descends.
I roll my eyes. "I'm sure you're used to things much more expensive." I mumble under my breath, but, of course, he hears.
"Just because I'm rich, doesn't mean I'm used to these things. You on the other hand were born into it. Daddy's a lawyer, got paid well, grew into popularity and made even more." I scowl at him. He doesn't know anything about me. So we were financially stable. Doesn't mean the rest of the beams weren't crumbling to the ground.
"If you're suggesting that I'm spoiled, you are very, very wrong." I glare.
"We'll see about that, princess." He retorts, just as the doors open. He steps out and I scowl at him once more before following him out. My heels click noisily on the tile, and I'm beginning to regret wearing these.
I don't know how long we're even going to be out. My feet are going to be so sore, but I wear heels to work every day. What's one more?
I walk by him, to the mail boxes, checking mine. He tsks but leans against the doorframe, watching me. I grab my mail, flicking through it.
Bills, bills, more bills. I stop on a piece of paper with my name written in messy handwriting on it. Brows furrowed, I open it and read it.
STAY AWAY YOU BITCH OR YOU'LL PAY.
Okay... Death threat. Again. That's...fun.
"Lynn?" My head snaps up. "What's that?" He steps toward me, but I crumble up the paper.
"Just...spam mail. Nothing important." As I walk by the trash, I toss it inside and stuff the rest of my mail in my handbag. "Where's your car?" I ask, searching for my phone as I push open the golden doors to the outside.
It's long past dark, as it's after seven. I likely stand out in my baby pink, silk dress with a slit on the thigh. I made sure to wear a coat overtop, considering it's December. Is it smart to wear heels? No. But it hasn't snowed yet.
Although it will sometime this weekend.
I startle at Alex's hand on the lower of my back, guiding me down the sidewalk. "I can walk perfectly fine, you know." I state as we stop by a black Tesla with tinted windows.
"Aren't you the same person who asked where's my car?" He looks at me with mock-confusion.
I roll my eyes, climbing into the car without another word. As he climbs into the driver's seat, I mindlessly scroll through my phone.
