AllFreeNovel
Share Us
It’s why I’ve worked twice as hard to benothinglike him.
Drew looked like my mother, light colored hair, fairer skin, and freckles that dot across their faces, always growing darker under the blazing Atlanta sun. On our family vacations they huddled under umbrellas, or stayed indoors, hiding out from the UV rays and avoiding the sunburn, while my father forced me onto every golf course in a thirty-mile radius. Barking orders about what I was doing wrong and how I’d never amount to anything.
Because I was really interested in being the next Tiger Woods…
Well, I guess I’m about to have a sex scandal under my belt.
He finally speaks. “This email means he thinks he can get you to walk away. Are you—”
“I’m not walking,” I interrupt, and he looks at me. For the first time since I told him about this predicament, he chuckles.
“You know, I was really looking forward to a light caseload this month. I’m supposed to be vacationing in St. Barths this time next week.”
“I’m sorry for the inconvenience.” I roll my eyes.
“I’ll send you the bill.”
“Take it out of my trust fund,” I grumble, thinking about the hundreds of thousands of dollars I’ve refused to touch.
Long ago, I decided I didn’t want it. I didn’t want the “sorry for making your childhood shitty, here’s a quarter of a million, I hope that makes up for it.” Even when I was drowning in debt from getting my masters, I refused.
“You’re so stubborn you know that?”I am fully aware.“Alright, speaking like a lawyer and not your father,” he starts.
Thank God. Lawyer J.R. Montgomery is someone I can handle. It is his dad persona that has me wanting to step out into oncoming traffic.
“You really love this girl?”
I nod. “More than anything. She means more to me than my practice. I bought her a house last month. I know the timing and the circumstances could literally not be worse. But…she’sall that matters. If I have to sacrifice my practice to do it, then so be it,” I see the look he gives me. “I’m not going to regret it.”
“And she’s just as invested?”
“Absolutely.”
He nods in understanding. “Call him.”
“Call…Wells?”
“Yes, tell him you want to discuss the email in person and not over the phone. I have a plan but we have to move quickly.”
J.R. may be the devil, but he is one hell of a lawyer. And though I do not trust my father, I trust J.R. Montgomery Esquire with my life and my career that was currently hanging in the balance.
I take a deep breath as I dial the man who is the only thing standing in the way of me and the woman I love. “Matthew Wells,” he says tersely into the phone and I roll my eyes.
You know who this is, dick.
“It’s Dr. Montgomery.”
“I think we’re past the formalities, don’t you,Will?”
“Fine. I didn’t call to discuss semantics. I want to discuss your email.”
“I’m sure you do,” he chuckles. “I knew you were so full of it with that ‘I’m so in love with her’ shit. Give me a break, Montgomery,” he jokes. I clench my fists as I hear him disrespect my relationship with Charley. My father shakes his head at me, sensing my agitation and mouths at me tocalm down.
“Would you meet me in my office? In say thirty minutes?”
“In person conversation, huh? That serious?”
“This doesn’t really seem like the conversation I want to have on the phone, given that I don’t trust you.”
