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“No.”
“Jillian, you heard what your father said. Now let’s go!” my mother harshly spoke.
“No.” I folded my arms.
“Excuse us for a moment.” Drew held up his finger and took hold of my arm, leading me away from my parents. “I know you’re in shock, but you knew you’d eventually have to face them. They’re here now, so you might as well get it over with. Once you’ve talked, it’s over.”
“There is no talking to them, Drew.”
“Jillian, you are twenty-four years old. They can’t hurt you anymore. Tell them how you feel and move on.”
“Will you come with me?”
“Of course, I will.” He kissed my head. “Take in a deep breath. You can do this. You’re a strong, independent woman.”
“Fine.”
I walked over to where my parents were standing. “We’ll follow you to the Plaza.”
“No. You’ll be coming with us. Your friend can see you another time,” my mother spoke.
I glared at my mother as the rage inside started to consume me.
“I said we’ll follow you to the hotel. He’s coming with me, or you don’t get to talk to me. Do you understand?”
“It’s fine, Jillian.” My father sighed. “Let’s go. Shall we?”
Chapter Thirty-One
Jillian
I took in a deep breath as Drew placed his hand on the small of my back and we climbed into the Bentley.
“The Plaza Hotel, Roland,” he spoke.
“I don’t think I can do this sober. I need a drink. Don’t you keep any liquor in here?” I asked as I looked around.
“Jillian, you’ll be fine.” He took hold of my hand. “Trust me. You can do this, and I’ll be there right by your side.”
“I still need alcohol.” I laid my head on his shoulder.
“I can guarantee there’s a fully stocked fridge in their suite. Just grab something when you get in there.”
Roland pulled up behind my parents’ limo, and the four of us got out at the same time. My mother glared at me the whole way up to their suite. Once the door shut, the shit was about to hit the fan. My nerves were spastic, and I needed to calm down. Walking over to the refrigerator, I opened it and pulled out a bottle of beer.
“What on earth are you doing?” my mother asked in disgust as I took the cap off the bottle and took a large sip.
“I’m drinking a beer. Do you have a problem with that?”
“You better watch your attitude, young lady.” My father pointed at me. “Now sit down!”
“No, thank you. I’d rather stand. So, who’s going to go first? Mother? Father?”
“Why did you do it?” my father asked. “After everything your mother and I have done for you, this is how you repay us?”
“And how dare you say those things about Grant,” my mother chimed in. “He’s heartbroken.”
“I’m sure he is,” I spoke in a sarcastic tone. “And to answer your question, Daddy, I did it because I wanted out.”
