Watty's 2019 !! - CURRENTLY UNDER EDITING (SLOWLY)
ORIGINALLY CALLED FINDING HOME (NOW SEQUEL'S TITLE)
When Paisley Evans moves from New Orleans, Louisiana to Oregon, Portland, can she fight the instinct she's grown to have to close herself off to o...
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You can do it. Just walk in, hear her out, and leave. Simple.
Taking one last deep breath, I turn the doorknob and walk-in hearing the engine of Xavier's car get quieter and quieter. Leaving with it is my safety net that has built over the time I've spent with him these past few months.
As soon as I step in, the door creaks and I can't immediately hear her footsteps echo down the hall from the kitchen.
Just get through five minutes and then you can leave. I chant in my head.
"Paisley?" the woman I can hardly recognise any more steps out from behind the doorway.
I stand ridged and on edge by the front door, ready to leave again if she makes one wrong move or says one wrong thing.
"Sit down," She gestures to the kitchen with her head and ducks back behind the wall. The clicking of her heels loud against the tiled floor.
Breathe in... Breathe out...
Following where she came from, I round the corner into the kitchen to see her perched elegantly as ever on one of the bar stools.
I'm surprised she even knew we had them considering she's never here. Though, she's probably fucked another guy on one of them when we're at school.
Standing tentatively by the waterfall marble benchtop at the opposite end from her, I look up at her expectantly.
"I know what you're thinking," yeah, right. I roll my eyes. "But, it's not what it looks like." She wrings her hands together in her lap.
My anger starts to flare up; does she really think I'm that naïve and blind? It's obvious that she was with another man, that wasn't her husband, on the dinner table!
"Do explain to me how you're not a cheater." I spit sarcastically.
Her eyes widen before narrowing on me again, her lips thin in a straight line. "Your father was the first to cheat."
