Ex game chapter 4

“Yeah, I moved here from Florida a few weeks
ago, for, uh, a job.” Technically I wasn’t lying, I was going to
college to get a job. “Oh nice. Where are you working?”
“Ooh, my head.” I groaned and rolled over, trying to control
my panicked breathing. I hated lying and was already
regretting my comments. I felt his hand rubbing my back
and I froze. What was he doing? “You’re very trusting to be
here with me, Katie. I’m not sure where in Florida you’re
from, but there are a lot of wolves in New York, and they are
looking to prey on young girls in their twenties like you.” “I
can take care of myself.” I mumbled and turned over.
“You’re lucky I’m a nice guy.” He chuckled and I looked up
at him, not sure if he was joking or being serious. He looked
even more handsome close up – his blue eyes were
shrewd, and I felt like he could see right through me. “Yes,
thank you.” “I could kiss you right now.” His voice sounded
like a growl and my eyes widened. “Don’t worry, sweet
thing, I’ll let you get better first.” “First?” I swallowed.
“That’s if you don’t have anything against men in their
thirties?” “No, no, of course not.” I squeaked out. Thirty
wasn’t that old. I mean, he wasn’t old enough to be my dad.
“Good. I don’t normally go for girls in their twenties, but you
seem different.” His eyes crinkled and he laughed. “That is,
if you let me take you on a date.” “You want to take me on a
date?” I stammered in shock. Was I dreaming? This
seriously good-looking man wanted to take me out? “I think
you’re someone I want to get to know better, Katie.” He
nodded as he looked at me seriously. “Thank you.” I
mumbled, with a wide smile. I didn’t bother to hide my
excitement from him. I didn’t know then that you weren’t
supposed to let a guy know that you had feelings for him.
“You’re welcome, my dear. You’re very welcome.” He
jumped off of the bed then and grabbed the plate. “Try and
get some more sleep, and we’ll see how you feel when you
wake up.” “Okay.” I nodded sleepily and closed my eyes
again. Sleep found me easily and I stretched in the luxurious
bed imagining Brandon’s lips kissing me softly. *** “Ma’am,
would you like anything else to drink?” The airhostess
tapped me on the arm and I broke out of my reverie. “No,
thanks.” I smiled at her and rubbed my forehead. I was
starting to get a headache and a small heartache as well. I
hated remembering the first days I had met Brandon
because he had been so sweet and wonderful. He had been
a man I thought only existed in romance novels. The
beginning of our relationship had been magical. It was only
the end that was the stuff that nightmares were made of.
“Okay, just let me know if you change your mind.”
“Thanks.” I smiled. “Do you know how many more hours
until we land in San Francisco?” “It’ll be about two more
hours, Ms. Raymond.” “Thanks.” I looked back out of the
window and thought about Brandon again. Maybe I wouldn’t
even see him. I’m sure he would be busy with the board of
directors. What time would he have for a manager? It was
just my luck that he had bought the company that I worked
for. Out of all the companies in the world, he had to pick
mine. What sort of bad luck was that? He was going to fire
me, I just knew it. He would take one look at me, laugh in
my face, and fire me. Maybe after calling me a liar. And
what could I say? What would I tell HR? I knew the answer
to that, and I would just leave with my tail between my legs.
Because it would be true. I had lied to him. At first, I had a
reason, but then I had built up the lie, made everything more
complicated. And then it all exploded in my face. I closed
my eyes again and thought of Brandon, my sexy, hunky
Brandon. “How was your day today?” His voice was warm
and I smiled into the phone. “Good, what about yours?”
“Long.” He groaned. “I don’t want to talk about it. I’d rather
talk about our dinner tomorrow night. Are you excited?”
“Yes!” I exclaimed in excitement. “I love that you don’t hide
your true emotions. I’ve dated way too many women in New
York who act like they can’t stand me.” “That’s silly.” I said
honestly. Thinking back, he should have realized the truth
from our phone calls. Brandon had taken my number before
putting me in a cab home the afternoon after he had taken
me home. He had wanted me to spend the weekend with
him, but I knew that I had to get back to the dorms or my
friends would be mad. He had called me every night since
then, and I delighted in his phone calls. He made me laugh
and he made me feel special. He seemed to really want to
know how I was spending my days, and he told me little
things about himself as well. He was the only son of a
billionaire banker and worked at his father’s hedge fund. He
hated his job, but knew that it was his duty. He owned his
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