Page 156 of Mr. Masters (Mr. 1)


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“Julian?” We hear another woman call out, and we all turn to see that stupid Rebecca.

“Hello.” He fakes a smile.

“Have you been hiding from me?” She laughs, putting her hand on his chest.

He chuckles uncomfortably.

I roll my eyes in complete disgust.

She flirts and laughs with him for ten minutes, making everyone cringe until I can’t take it anymore. “I’m going to check on Sammy,” I say.

I check on Sammy, and then I strategically go and stand on the other side of the field.

I can't listen to that woman flirt with him for one moment longer.

Frances comes and stands beside me. “Good Lord, Brell, don’t leave me with that stupid woman.”

I roll my eyes. “I know, you need a bucket to listen to them fawn over him.”

She pulls a face and fakes a shiver. “Julian has this knack of attracting the worst women.”

“He likes it,” I reply, deadpan.

“Would you and Julian like to come over tonight… for dinner?” she asks hopefully. “I would love to repay the favour.”

Damn it, she’s being nice. “I can’t, I’m so sorry. I have plans.”

Her face falls. She thinks for a moment. “Do you have a date?”

“No.” I shake my head. “I’m going out with my friend, Emerson.”

“Oh.” She fakes a smile and links her arm through mine. “How lovely.”

“Don’t get any ideas.” I sigh.

She taps my arm. “I wouldn’t dare.”

Julian and his father walk around the field to stand with us.

“Mother, would it be alright if you took the children back to your house this afternoon? I would like to have a meeting with Miss Brielle in private.”

Her eyes widen in excitement. “Yes, great idea. Take Brell out for lunch for a meeting.” She taps my arm. “And if you can talk her out of cancelling her date tonight, I can have the children so you can take her dancing.”

Why, that old snake…

Julian’s face falls. “You have a date tonight?” he asks, horrified.

“Yes.” I hesitate because I’m the worst liar in the world. “I do.”

“Who with?” he snaps.

“A doctor,” Frances replies as she squeezes my arm.

I frown at her. What are you doing, you senile, old woman?

“What doctor?”

His father smirks as he pretends to watch the game.

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