Page 94 of Fake It For Glory

The first place I went was Jensen’s office, desperate to find some connection, some way to make sense of the whirlwind that had consumed me. But the office was locked up for the night. I was a little surprised they weren’t burning the midnight oil to fix the mess I made.

Next, I made my way to Jensen’s penthouse, hoping against hope that I might find him there. The doorman, however, had other plans. He refused to let me up, a stark reminder that I was no longer welcome in Jensen’s world.

As the rain began to fall, I felt utterly defeated. My emotions, like the raindrops, poured out of me, and I couldn’t hold back the tears any longer. Heartbroken and drenched, I found myself standing at my mother’s doorstep.

The door opened, and there was my mother, a comforting presence in the midst of my storm. Without a word, she extended her arms, and I rushed into her embrace, sobbing uncontrollably. She held me close, shielding me from the cold and the world outside.

“I screwed up,” I sobbed.

My mom hugged me and held me while I cried. My heart felt heavy with regret and shame. I couldn’t believe I had let things get this far. How could I have been so stupid?

“It’s going to be okay,” my mom whispered, rubbing my back. “We’ll figure this out. You’ll make things right.”

I nodded, unable to form words. My mind was still racing, trying to come up with a plan. I knew I had to make things right with Jensen and the media. But how?

“Let me make up the bed for you.”

“No, I have to go home.” I hiccupped.

“No, you don’t. I need to move my stuff. You’re sleeping here. You’re in no condition to be out in the rain. A good sleep always provides some clarity. Get yourself a drink and I’ll be right back.”

I followed my mother to her guest room, feeling like a child in need of her mother’s care. She fluffed up the pillows and pulled back the covers, making the bed look inviting and cozy. I crawled under the covers, grateful for the warmth and comfort of the bed. My mother brought me a glass of water and tucked me in before leaving the room. I closed my eyes and let out a deep sigh, feeling the exhaustion from the night’s events.

As I lay in bed, my thoughts drifted back to Jensen. I couldn’t imagine what he must think of me now. I had completely destroyed his trust in me, and it would take a lot to earn it back. But I was determined to make things right. I couldn’t just let this go.

I sat up in bed, feeling a sudden surge of energy. I needed to talk to Jensen, to explain everything and apologize. I grabbed my phone and dialed his number, my heart racing as I waited for him to answer.

“Hello?” His voice was guarded and tense.

“Jensen, it’s me,” I said, my voice shaking. “I need to talk to you.”

“No, you don’t. You’ve said plenty. Goodbye, Merida. You’ll be hearing from my lawyers.”

He ended the call. I tried to call back, but it went straight to voicemail.

I tossed my phone on the nightstand and buried my face in my hands, the weight of my mistakes crushing me. I couldn’t let things end like this. I had to find a way to make things right with Jensen.