Eric tried to persuade her before she ran into her, their, bedroom and locked the doors.
It was a lot to take in.
A fiancée?!
What the hell?!
Kaycee wanted to cry because this dream, this fairy tale, this lie was hurting her. It wasn't real, nor would it ever be.
When they were in his office, she felt something. Although, they had known each other for barely three days. She felt like she needed to get to know him, to feel whatever he did, to reciprocate any feelings they might have.
After an hour or so of crying, she went into the en suite bathroom and wiped her face free of the evidence. A splash of water turned her cheeks a light shade of red before it slowly faded.
'How could you be so stupid?! You were alone before this and even more alone now.' Kaycee whispered as she glared at her image in the mirror. It was taunting her.
A flash of when she was dressed in her waitress attire made her shake with anger.
No one was going to take advantage of her. Not even that beautiful man-God or whatever the hell he was.
--
'Are you okay? Can we talk?' Eric seemed to really tiptoe towards her as she watched him from her perch on the bed.
The maids had wanted to clean the room but she insisted they come back later.
'Is it true? You have a fiancée.'
'Had.'
'Had?'
'I broke off the engagement when she stole money from me to give to her dealer. I don't condone stealing or illegal drug use.'
She still looked mad, but her expression softened a bit. The child-like wonder was back. He noticed and he became enamored with taking in her beauty.
'People tend to forget. I didn't mean for you to find out like that. It was harsh and cruel. You probably thought I was a bastard who tricked you into believing I was Prince Charming only to pull the rug out from underneath you.' Eric stated as he sat beside her and let his hand fall on to the one running a hand over the silk sheets.
Kaycee felt like an idiot, but in good reason.
'Would you like to have lunch with me? I know you feel like a stranger, but this is your home now too.'
'Who was your fiancée?'
'That's fair. Her name was Tailor Rise.'
Kaycee felt sick.
Tailor Rise was the hottest supermodel of all time taking over for all the Veterans twice her age. She lived in Paris, traveled the world, and still had time to promote several of her brands.
How could she compete with that?
'You don't have to worry...'
'Why?'
'She meant nothing. She never did. My mother forced her into my lap and promised her marriage and babies and a house on a hill. I tried to appease her because she's dying and I don't want her to be unhappy when she goes.'
Eric caressed her hand as he interlocked it with his.
That made her feel a load better.
