by Monroe, Lila
I couldn’t spend months—or maybe it would even be years before we could convincingly amicably separate—mooning after him, taking the scraps of affection he could give. Waiting up nights wondering why I couldn’t make him love me, feeling resentment start to wear its way into my heart. I would start twisting my own feelings around until I hated Grant as much as I loved him, for not loving me back.
And I didn’t ever want to hate Grant again.
I ran downstairs as fast as my feet could carry me. I wasn’t thinking; just operating on autopilot. My mission: save Grant.
“Excuse me,” I said breathlessly to the woman at the desk. “Can I leave a note with you for my fiancé? Grant Devlin? He should be here later.”
“Certainly, ma’am, and congratulations, we’re all so excited to be hosting—”
“Thank you,” I said automatically, and scribbled a note on my steno pad, trying not to burst into tears as I remembered what my mother had said to me about following my heart.
Dear Grant, I am so, so sorry. I can’t do this. Don’t look for me
Love, Lacey
I took off the ring and put it into an envelope with the note. The staff person’s eyes widened, and I saw her mouth open as if to ask a question, but I was already out the door and gone.
• • •
The muffler on my rented car groaned and sputtered as I roared down the road, a quickly tossed-together bag of belongings in the trunk, my phone turned off, and the radio blaring mindless pop songs and no news. The sun blazed bright as if in mockery of the pain I felt, tearing me up inside like I had swallowed cut glass.
“I’m doing the right thing,”I said to myself, revving the engine to get to my parents’house faster. I would be safe there; I would know what to do there.“I’m protecting him.”
I could hide at my parent’s house; hide from Grant, hide from the whole world. But could I hide from my own heart?
To be continued…
Find out what happens next in THE BILLIONAIRE BARGAIN 3 coming February 2015.
The Billionaire Bargain 3 ...
Last week, I was in the penthouse with a sexy Australian billionaire. Now I'm back to Netflix Friday nights and leftover takeout. And it's all my fault.
I'm the one who left the high life behind, and all because I couldn't bring myself to go through with a sham marriage to my sexy boss, Grant Devlin -- because I went and fell in love with him for real.
I know, stupid.
Now he won't talk to me, my job is hanging by a thread, and oh yeah, a devious plot to take over Devlin Media Corp. means all my hard work could be for nothing. if we're going to save the company, I need Grant's help.
Help that doesn't include hot sex in the copy room.
Wish me luck.
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
Thank you to the lovely Jenn Watson at Social Butterfly PR LTD for her sexy teasers, amazing edits, and all around awesomeness! To all my new readers, thank you for taking a chance on a debut author! And to all the bloggers who Facebook, tweeted, and posted about my release, I am forever grateful!
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