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WINTER
The appointmentwith my doctor went a little weird today and I know I wasn’t imagining it. Though weird would be an understatement. It’s either things really were off, or I was just projecting my inner thoughts which is along the lines of everyone is out to get me.
I guess that’s what happens inside your head when you have psychos after you and you’re the most talked about person in your town. Yeah, I looked. I was trending and still am, actually. That shit will mess with anyone’s head.
I had to see my doctor because I was due to get another birth control shot. Since Mason takes it upon himself to fuck me whenever he wants and without a condom, I’m not taking any chances.
I can’t imagine getting pregnant with his child. I mean, I could. I’ve only ever dreamed about it ever since I realized I loved the guy when I was younger and wanted to be in love. But now with everything between us still up in the air and all the confusion I have when it comes to Mason King… yeah, a baby is out of the question.
Now that I no longer want to see his face, we’re definitely not having sex anymore. At least I hope so. But since the man never acts the way I think he will, it’s better to be safe than sorry and get this shot. My future self will thank me.
Since he’s still with that skank I caught him with the first time and the other night, yeah, it’s safe to say I hate him.
Plus, his vicious words won’t leave my brain no matter how hard I try to remove them. Whoever said it was right. Words do cut deeper than anything else could and it has an everlasting presence no matter how hard you try to forget them.
Back to my doctor, he was awkward as fuck and over the top today. I couldn’t figure out what the hell was wrong with him. Maybe he’s going through a midlife crisis or something. He barely even looked at me for the entirety of my appointment. He’s usually always friendly and makes small talk but today, I got nothing. I was in and out of that appointment in no time. A freaking record if there was ever one.
All he did was say hello and then asked if I was there to get my regular birth control shot. I said yes, I was, and that was that. He got the injection ready and then administered it in just a few seconds and then I was out the door. The last thing I heard him saying was that he’d see me in twelve weeks for my next shot.
The whole appointment was weird but whatever because now I’m heading to the appointment with my realtor. I’m excited to look at apartments. This definitely feels like I’m finally taking back my life and making a stand against my mother.
I think I finally realized that when it comes to the two of us, I’m the one with the power and not her. I pull up in front of my building and see that the realtor is already here. I stop my car and motion for her to get in.
We exchange pleasantries as I weave my way into traffic again. She tells me about the ones she has available. We look at the first two, but I wasn’t feeling either of them.
The third one is just a ten-minute drive from my office building and the penthouse was available so that was the one I went with.
The apartment itself is very spacious with a very modern look that I’m absolutely in love with. There are different variations of gray and then white around the space. The furniture has a modern look to them as well.
It covers two floors and I even have a balcony. One side of the wall is made entirely of glass which gives me a gorgeous view. This place is absolutely perfect for me, and I’m giddy with excitement.
She tells me it’s move-in ready and since it already comes furnished that makes it better for me. I sign all the papers that need signing, and she leaves me here.
I call Chase and ask him to call the store I usually get my clothes from and order me new clothes and have it delivered to my new place. I’ll spend all the money in the world not to go back to the Kings mansion and see Alister’s stupid face.
It’s amazing how fast money can get things done. It only takes about three hours to have a good amount of stuff delivered.
The store manager there knows what I usually get when I need a new wardrobe so she sent over the basics with a promise the rest will be delivered later tonight. The staff from the store came in and put everything away neatly so I didn’t even have to lift a finger.
I look at the clock and see that it’s already six p.m. Shit! Time really does fly. I get up to shower and get ready for my date with Antonio tonight. He texted me last night to let me know he made reservations for eight tonight at one of the fancy restaurants downtown.
That works out perfectly since I’m living downtown now, so it won’t take me long to get there.
I walk into my bedroom and head straight into the closet to see what my options are before I take a shower. It’s stuff that I would have chosen for myself had I been there personally, and I love it all.
I pick out a sheer lace, black mini dress that lands a few inches above my knee with a little slit in it. Between the breast has a V-shape scallop design that’s covered with lace. I was instantly in love with this dress when I first saw it. I grab a blazer and a pair of black two-piece heeled sandals and a clutch. I also grab a bra and a thong and lay it all on my bed before walking into the bathroom to take a shower.
I let the hot water cascade over my skin to wash away the stress of the day. I don’t want to think about tomorrow because tomorrow I have a funeral to attend. I don’t even want to think about Martin tonight or I’ll just end up a sobbing mess.
I push the thought aside and step out of the bathroom. I dry my hair and then work on my makeup before getting dressed. When I’m done, I take a look at myself in the full-length mirror and damn, I look hot.
Though the sadness in my eyes is still visible, I won’t let it ruin my night tonight. I’m determined to have a good time.
I optedto meet Antonio at the restaurant. I didn’t want him to see my place just yet, but I don’t know why. I guess I just want to keep it to myself for a little while. The more people who know about it, the less safe I’ll feel. Though it wouldn’t be too hard to find out if anyone was really looking.
Small town and all that.
I walk into the restaurant and right up to the maître d’. “Hi, I have a reservation for eight p.m., and it should be under the name Antonio Bandini,” I say with a smile.
