“Yes,” he admitted without an ounce of shame. “But I will surely come back for you. I’ll buy you everything to make up for this little rebellion. What do you want?”
I looked him dead in the eye. “I want an island.”
Brandon paused, surprised, but then a smug smile touched his lips. He thought he had bought my obedience once again.
“Okay,” he agreed smoothly. “I'll buy you an island. As long as you stay right here.”
I nodded obediently. “I will.”
I watched him walk out the door to return to the woman he truly loved. I stood alone in the massive foyer, pretending I was going to wait for him.
But as the heavy oak doors clicked shut, I smiled.
A few more days, bye Brandon.
My phone buzzed on the nightstand. I picked it up, the screen illuminating the dark bedroom.
Flight confirmed. Your new apartment in Paris is fully furnished and paid for the first year. Everything is ready, Kristen’s text read.
I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding. Freedom was finally tangible. Just three more days.
Before I could lock the screen, another message popped up. It was from an unsaved number, but I knew exactly who it was.
What about the deal? Have you thought about it? Vaughn asked.