I could lie. I could say the hardest thing of all was dealing with the pain & the darkness without any alcohol. To do that would be to destroy the last remnant of him. Of what we had. Of what we were. Of what I destroyed. Of what I lost.
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Yes, updates very close xD But I have everything planned and I will also be in Auckland, NZ for 3 weeks as of Jan 8. I might not get to write as much so I want to be at a certain point in the story.
Love you all xx
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Maybe delectable isn't the word I should use, for my own emotional safety, but damn, she does look delectable in the dress she is borrowing from the collection Ginger left at my apartment.
Kalie had been nervous to accept, but when I explained that I didn't want to go, and that she could choose from Ginger's dresses, she said yes.
Right now she's wearing one that Ginger deemed 'too schoolgirl', a pale pink gown that contrasts well with my own rose gold one.
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"Why does he have so many charity events? I hear people think he's kind of a dick," she asks, turning away from the limo window to look at me.
"It's for that exact reason. He's keeping up the appearance of rich asshole. He can throw these parties whenever he likes, wherever he likes for whatever he likes. It's self-gratifying, but it's still charity so no one should have any complaints," I respond.
Instead of the manor, the event is in one of Bruce's penthouses overlooking the city. It's not far from my own, so we get there after a short ride.
The expected swarm of paparazzi are there to gobble up a sight of anyone. I imagine the DA attending the party with a girl, her secretary/assistant no less, will be interpreted in all sorts of twisted ways.
I also imagine that Eli will accuse me of turning out in order to gain the only advantage he might have on me; the LGBTQ+ community.
Of course, should he assume that, I'll destroy him in the comeback.
The limo stops and the driver gets out. I take a deep breath, ready to smile and ignore the stupid, shouted questions.
My door opens and the cameras are blinding as I step out, flicking my dress aside as I do before stepping up over the curb, onto the sidewalk. I give a smile and a wave before turning back to the car, holding my hand out for Kalie.
Noise increases tenfold when she steps out of the car, almost deafening. I can see a bit of panic rise in her eyes and I have no choice but to grab her hand and help bare it.
"Smile and don't let go," is my short advice before I turn back to the crowd, leading her with me.
Her finger's tighten around my hand painfully, like I'm going to leave her behind or something. Ignoring the questions shouted at me on our way down the path, I slow down, allowing her to walk right beside me.
She's so tiny, nowhere near my height.
We are welcomed into the complex and lead to an elevator with platinum walling. Typical Wayne styles.
