Some of you aren't going to like me...
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Chapter 19
Three months.
That’s how long it’s been since I was able to sleep through the night.
Three months since I’ve had any sort of appetite.
Three months since I snuck out of Mike’s arms and boarded and early flight out of Las Vegas.
Despite what my heart was trying to tell me, my head told me I was doing the right thing, distancing myself from Mike was the only way I could preserve what was left of my heart. He had it years ago and it was loved and lost too many times to count.
What was stopping him from taking off at any moment now, like he did back then?
Sure we were married but it was only a legality he didn’t really owe me anything.
Breaking me out of my vicious thoughts I rolled out of bed and into a shower, letting the hot water beat down on my back in an attempt to release the knots built up there. After what didn’t feel long enough at all I rushed through the motions and hurried to the studio.
Business was beyond great and I only had bi-weekly meetings at the company but things were picking preparing for the Christmas season.
It was finally Friday and after my morning shoot I had a meeting for ‘Chuck’s’ and then I was free for the evening and was going to go dancing, I definitely earned it.
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I groaned and slammed my head on my steering will as I parked in my ‘Presidential’ parking spot seeing Mike’s right next to me. The meetings themselves weren’t so bad but 2 hours of trying to avoid his gaze and avoiding being alone with him wasn’t something I looked forward to. Just when I would start to feel close to normal again he came another god damn meeting to bring me face to face with one person I need to avoid.
I dragged my feet as I walked inside then took the stairs to avoid being closed up in an elevator with him or any of the employees that knew of our agreement and wanted gossip.
The meeting passed quickly read over documents signed what Mike needed me to sign and I was good to go. I jumped up hastily to get of the conference room as soon as possible but so did everyone else causing a bottleneck effect at the door and me all the way in the back. My hands getting sweaty with nervousness trying to escape the room.
It was finally clearing up and I almost made out the door but then a strong had grasped my wrist tenderly.
“Got a minute?”
Without turning around I knew who it was.
Twisting on my heel I turned to face the man I’d been until now successfully avoiding.
“Yeah, what’s up?” I tried to sound cheerful and a little blasé as to what he would stop me for. My eyes made contact with his tortuous green eyes and the hurt in them had the back of my throat burning, wanting to cry.
“I-I just wanted to talk to you, you know, catch up.” He gave me a half smile but it was forced and we both knew it.
“Oh, um, great. Yeah studio is doing great and the company is doing great and yeah, um great.”
God did I know any other word besides ‘great’?!
“Well great, that’s great.”
“Yeah, well I should go. . .” Before this gets anyMORE uncomfortable.
“Well Brenna,” God why does my name have to sound so great when he says it. “I was really hoping I could talk to you.”
“About what?” Playing a little dumb.
Apparently it didn’t work when he gave me a knowing look.
“Oh that. Well I don’t see what there is to talk about.” I said dropping my eyes taking a step towards the door.
I was stopped by the hand I forgotten was still curled around my wrist gave me a tug back in his direction.
“Brenna, you just left.” He said as a whisper, and I didn’t miss the hurt in his eyes. “Not a single word or note. Can I not get some sort of explanation?”
I knew I owed him that but I couldn’t bring myself to tell him the truth or lie to him.
“You’re right and I’m sorry. I really am but I need to go.” I jerked free of him but he didn’t put up a fight as I ran towards the stairs tears welling up in my eyes. Once I got through the door I slammed it shut behind me before slinking my body down the length of the door down to the floor before busting out in uncontrollable sobs.
You’re doing the right thing. I kept telling myself but it was becoming less believable each time I said it.
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RomanceBrenna Meyers is the Daughter of Charlie "Chuck" Meyers. Charlie is the owner of a car repair company he has built up himelf and has chains all over the west coast. Brenna is running her studio and getting well established in her career, all is go...
