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 wake to my phone ringing. I search for it in a desperate attempt to turn it off, clicking the button and pressing it to my ear. "Hello?"
"You're late." I stuff my face into my pillow and groan. Of course he's calling me.
"Late for what?"
"Your interview."
"What?" Since when do I have an interview? And for what? "No. I'm not going to whatever you have planned." I hang up. But then there's a banging on my door.
I scream into my pillow. Can't he leave me alone? All I ask is for him to leave me alone.
The pounding never recedes. Huffing, I climb out of bed and open my front door, glaring at my father who stands in the doorway. "No." I say in a bored tone, making sure my point is heard.
"Get dressed."
"No."
"Get dressed, or I'll do it for you." He glares down at me.
"I said no." I go to slam the door in his face, but he pushes it back open and snags me by my arm. "Dad, let go!"
"We don't have time for this." He scowls, dragging me down the hall to the stairs.
"Let go!" I struggle against him, but he holds me so tight it almost feels as if it's bruising. "Dad, get off of me! I'm not going to this stupid interview!"
"Yes. You are." He seethes in my ear. We make it out the door and to a limo that's waiting. "Get in."
"No." I glare.
"Lindsey," His tone is warning. "Get in the damn car."
I shake my head. "No. You can't make me." I'm sure he could if he wanted, but he doesn't need to know that. He all but rips open the door and shoves me inside. I grunt before catching myself and turning to bolt, but he slams the door and it locks. "Damn you!"
I huff, sitting back in my seat. Anger at my father still has me in a chokehold when a bag is placed in my lap. My head snaps in the direction it came from, Alex sitting beside me, staring.
"What is this?"
"Clothes." He answers simply.
I narrow my eyes. "How'd you know I needed them?"
"Well, considering it's seven in the morning and you don't typically wake up until nine, I figured you'd still be asleep." He shrugs.
He knows my sleep schedule? Creepy.
I go through the bag, finding what looks to be a black dress and a matching jacket to go over it. There are also heels and some jewelry inside. Suddenly, I'm all too aware that I'm still in my silky pajama shorts and tank with only a robe to go over it.
It was a matching set, and it's cute. But it's also a little revealing. Not like he hasn't seen it before.
"Get dressed. When we get there, they're going to want to do your makeup." He informs, and I frown.
