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I sighed as I rolled my eyes.
“Did you at least get her phone number after you fucked her?”
“No. And stop saying it like that.”
“Huh?” He looked at me in confusion. “Shit, Drew. What has this girl done to you?”
“I don’t know.” I turned my chair and looked out the window. “I put my number in her phone before I left. I told her if she ever needed anything to call me.”
“Drew. Drew. Drew. Why didn’t just tell her how much you liked her?”
“Because she’s focusing on her journey and has made it very clear that she’s living in a man-free zone.”
“So what? You never let things stop you from going after what you want. Damn. Who are you, and what have you done with Drew Westbrook?”
“Just drop it, Lance. Let’s go. We have a meeting.” I sighed as I got up from my seat.
Chapter Fourteen
Jillian
“It’s so good to see you.” Kristen hugged me tight as I stepped inside her apartment.
“It’s good to see you too. How are you?” I broke our embrace.
“I’m okay. I just put on a fresh pot of coffee. You must be exhausted after that flight.”
“Not really. I slept well on the plane.”
My flight from Hawaii got to New York at ten a.m. I really had no choice but to sleep because if I didn’t, I would have spent the entire twelve hours thinking about Drew, and I was trying so hard to put him to rest. Following Kristen into the kitchen, I sat at the table while she poured us each a cup of coffee and set a plate of assorted donuts in the center of the table.
“My favorite.” I smiled as I took a vanilla-frosted one. “Did Noah go to work?”
“Yeah. He left about an hour ago. He said to tell you hello and that he’ll see you later. So, tell me all about Hawaii.”
Sitting across from Kristen, I felt sad seeing her so frail. Her skin was pale, her eyes were sunken in, and a headscarf replaced the beautiful blonde hair she once had. Six months ago, she was diagnosed with an inoperable brain tumor and has been undergoing chemotherapy and radiation to try and shrink it. Not only was she my best friend, but she was also my half-sister. A sister I didn’t even know I had until she contacted me on Facebook two years ago and asked if my father was Donald Bell. Our father had an affair with her mother when they met at a business conference. It lasted about a year until she told him she was pregnant. He gave her silence money to walk away quietly and agree never to let anyone know who the father was. He made her sign a contract that his crooked lawyer drew up, stating that she wouldn’t put him as the father on the birth certificate or ever disclose that he impregnated her. She saw what kind of man he was and took the money and ran as far away from him as she could. Before Kristen’s mother passed away a couple of years ago, she told her everything about our dad. Who he was, where he lived, and about me.
When she contacted me, I wasn’t surprised. I always suspected my father cheated on my mother. Kristen was my secret, and I loved her. We were sisters and only born one month apart. After she found me, we Skyped almost every day, and I came to New York a few times to visit her. Of course, I lied about where I was going because if my parents ever found out that we found each other, it would open up a scandal that would rock the business world. It saddened me that my father could be so cold as to know he had another daughter and didn’t care about how she grew up. He was a soulless man who was married to a soulless woman.
“Hawaii was great.” I gave her a small smile.
“Did you meet anyone there?” She grinned.
“You talked to Kellan. Didn’t you?”
“Yeah.” She took a sip from her cup.
“Drew is a great guy. He’s fun, sweet, caring, and really hot.”
“You slept with him, Jill. I can tell,” she spoke with excitement.
“Ugh.” I laid my head down on the table. “I didn’t mean to. It just happened.”
“And?”
Lifting my head, I looked up at her. “And then we said goodbye.”
“You said that as if you were sad to say goodbye.”
