Love Isn't as Easy as the Books

Part 4

The numbers ticked by slowly on the elevator display as it rose steadily in the late morning. The sole occupants of the tiny metal box were the heiress and the artist.

Both were stunned into silence.

Then halfway to the artist's destination Freen spoke, "You're Blackwood, aren't you?"

A blush covered the entirety of Becky' face and neck. "You read it then."

"Yeah."

"What did you think?"

Freen struggled to put all of her emotions into word, to voice the turmoil in her chest. "I... You... Ugh!"

"That bad?" Becky asked with a wince played across her face.

"The book was fucking stupid on like seven different levels," Freen burst, a stream of uncontrolled emotion. Rage, hurt, bliss, unbridled joy, familiar abandonment. "You fucking left out the time we spent in the hotel roof, which was fucking magical, it was goddamn amazing and you fucking cut it! The entire third act was fucking ridiculous pipe dream that only works in your goddamn penny dreadful pieces of shit. You wrote about my sex life! Our private moments! Our most intimates of intimates! And you just published it for everyone to read! Did you ever stop to think what that would do to me? Jesus Christ! And then there is this fucking piece of shit!" Freen shook Becky's book in her face. "Don't you fucking dare put this whole silence bullshit on me. Don't you even fucking think about it. I could have fallen hard for you. I gave you every fucking opportunity to do something, anything, to find me. My company's number is fucking publically listed. There were so many options open to you, even if you somehow managed to miss the entire stack of business cards I gave you, and you fucking sat there doing goddamn nothing. So don't you fucking dare blame me for your hurt bullshit."

Just as she finished yelling at the attractive, stunned woman before her, the elevator doors opened, depositing Freen right back where she started.

"So that's a no for getting a cup of coffee?" Becky asked.

Freen almost screamed. Instead she just violently shoved Becky out of the elevator and pushed the ground floor button while slamming the door close button.

Never had Becky seen green eyes so close resemble fire.

"I see you met our newest investor," Jin said with a frown.

Becky spun around. "What?"

"Miss Sarocha, she just dropped like a fifty thousand dollars to become the largest single investor in GAP," Jin explained with her arms folded across her chest in the classic defensive position.

"Oh no," Becky moaned.

"You wrote about her didn't you?"

"Twice."

"Becky..."

"Jin, just don't... Please?"

"Is this going to be like Mako all over again?"

Becky shook her head. "No. Because Mako was easy compared to what this is going to be."

"What's this going to be?"

"It would be like trying to fight a predator drone with nothing but a hunting knife and a helmet while being buck naked," Becky muttered as she slammed her head into the nearest wall.

She didn't get it. Why was Freen so pissed at her? How was any of this on her? In the romance, that no one knew she wrote, she gave Freen the flattering position, the better character, the better story, the better everything.