I can’t believe she came to the event on her own. It was a bold move. And she looks so fucking gorgeous, every single guy in this place wanted her. I couldn’t keep my eyes off her, and it was painfully difficult to stay away from her all night.
It’s my own fault, though. I should have taken her with me. It was a stupid move to try to block her from coming, and I paid the price. I underestimated her.
Outside the venue, I still can’t find her. Panic sets in, and I grab my phone from my pocket to track hers. On the map, a small dot pings down the road from the venue. What in the world is she doing?
IN a rush, I get into my car, wanting to get there as quickly as I can.
Down the road in the glow of my car’s headlights, I see her walking on the sidewalk with her beautiful dress moving about her like water. She looks like a goddess making her way through the night. “What the fuck,” I growl angrily.
I pull my car up alongside her, slowing to match her pace.
“Blair, what are you doing?” I sigh, leaning my arm out of the window.
The sound of her heels on the sidewalk is the only response I get.
“Come on, what is the plan here? Are you going to walk all the way home?” I ask.
“Just leave me alone, please, Simon. Go back to your party,” she huffs angrily.
“I’m not leaving you on the side of the road. You can barely walk around the event in shoes like that, never mind all the way down this road. Your feet must be killing you.”
“So, what? I’ll call an Uber. I don’t need you to come and rescue me from anything, okay? I’m sure you have better things to be doing,” she snaps.
“Just get in the car, Blair. You’ll get kidnapped out here alone in the dark. You have to know it was a terrible idea to leave the event alone,” I scold her, losing my patience.
She stops walking, and I press the brakes. Blair turns toward me with an expression of anger and defeat etched into her face. “Fine. Take me home!” she blurts out, clearly upset that my logic won her over.
She storms around the car and climbs into the passenger side, folding her arms over her chest and staring pointedly out of the window to make it clear she has no intention of talking to me.
“What happened at the party?” I ask, pulling into the road and heading toward home.
“Just take mehome,” she huffs, ignoring my question.
The whole drive is tense as hell. Something is clearly bothering her deeply, and I am not going to let her go to bed without telling me what it is.
But I use the drive to let her sit in silence, hoping it will soften her mood by the time we reach the mansion.
We drive through the estate gate, and Blair is already trying to climb out of the car before I’ve even come to a complete stop.
“Blair…” I call her name, but she’s already marching toward the front door.
“Dammit,” I mutter impatiently as I hurry to get out and run after her.
“Blair!” I say, catching up in the foyer and reaching out to grab her arm before she runs upstairs.
“I want to go to bed,” she says, her voice tight and filled with emotion.
I turn her to face me and see tears running down her cheeks.
Instantly, my heart breaks.
“Blair, what happened at the party?” I ask desperately.
She shakes her head. “It’s not just the party. It’s everything,” she sobs.
“Please tell me what’s going on. I can’t stand to see you like this,” I beg.
She pulls her arm away from me and takes a step back, shaking her head. “You really hurt me, Simon. Why wouldn’t it hurt me to know that you didn’t want me there? Was I embarrassing to you? Or was it because you were just done with me after sleeping with me? You got what you want, anddon’t want me around anymore? Or may it’s because you knew your ex-girlfriend would be there, the love of your life, and didn’t want me getting in the way!” The more she talks, the more upset she gets. Her assumptions pour out of her between heartbreaking sobs as she tries to pull herself together, but fails. She’s hurting so badly, and it’s all because I didn’t explain properly that I wanted her safe!
