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Still a part of her wondered what he did while they were away. Yes, they were exclusive and she had told herself that she was only going to be with him. No more lies on her end…ever again. Yet, she had trust issues that she had to deal with when it came to Ramsey…or any male.
Just when she was about to move to a bench to further look for his car, a black Maserati pulled up in front of her. She gawked at the extravagant car. She never could figure out why someone would own one of these let alone drive it around Atlanta where the traffic sucked and no one knew how to park.
"Lexi let's go," she heard someone call.
Lifting her eyes to the driver's side of the Italian sports car, she found Brad staring back at her smiling and waving. Her mouth dropped as she realized that this was Ramsey's Maserati, and for some reason he had let Brad drive it around town.
"What are you doing here?" she couldn't help but ask as she hurried towards him with her luggage. He placed her items in the trunk before vaulting back into the driver's seat.
Lexi looked into the car hoping to see Ramsey's smiling face from the passenger's side, but he wasn't there. Her heart sank, but she tried to stay uplifted. There was obviously a good reason for him not in attendance.
Brad raced out of the airport as soon as she had closed the door. "Sorry Ramsey got stuck at the office."
Lexi narrowed her eyes suspiciously. She still didn't know exactly what Ramsey did. The urge to find out was eating at her. She wasn't sure why, but the topic had never come up again. "And where is that exactly?"
Brad glanced at her briefly his eyebrows knitted together. "B.E. obviously. Where did you think?" he asked.
Lexi breathed out a sigh of relief, but also frustration. B.E. or Bridges Enterprise was the corporation Ramsey's grandfather and father had built from ground up. They were extremely proud of their accomplishments, and not too thrilled with Ramsey's rebellion against all their hard work. Yet, he had rebelled and Lexi had no idea exactly what he did for the company or outside of the company.
"Can you take me there?" Lexi asked.
Brad remained silent for a minute before shaking his head. "Nah. I told Ramsey I'd take you directly to our place. He'd kill me if he found out I drove the Maserati anyway."
"Well then I'll tell him if you don't take me there," she told him easily manipulating the situation in her favor.
He sighed realizing he was beat and nodded. "I'll have to drop you off though. I don't want anyone seeing me in this thing."
"Now that's not something I ever thought I'd hear you say," she said with a sly wink in his direction. He just groaned as he pulled off the interstate and veered towards the tower in the distance.
When he pulled over, Lexi leaned across her seat and kissed Brad gently on the cheek. "Thanks so much."
"Just remember...I was not in the Maserati."
"What Maserati?" she asked coyly.
"Thanks. I'll take your stuff to the apartment. See your hot ass later."
Lexi rolled her eyes and slammed the door in his face. She watched him zoom down the street and through the winding traffic. Lexi made her way across the street and into the large glass building. She took a deep breath as she crossed the threshold, memories of the last time she had entered the premises clouding her vision.
It had been nearly five months since she had found out about Jack's engagement to Bekah in this very building. Five months since she had discovered Bekah's evil plot to destroy whatever she had with Jack. In the grand scheme of things, that wasn't that long to get over everything that had happened with Jack. It wasn't long enough to erase her aching, and it wasn't long enough to erase her anger.
Yet, she put one foot in front of the other and held her head high as she walked into the place that had tore out her heart, stomped on it until it was in pieces, and then placed it back in her chest as if nothing had happened. She could do this. She knew it. Her life had changed and now she had Ramsey, her gorgeous boyfriend, who she was here to see. She couldn't feel anymore or any less for him based on his connection to a building. The building wasn't changing and it wasn't the building that had hurt her.
And beyond that, he wasn't Bekah. He wasn't anything like her. He was kind, caring, and compassionate. Where she was just pure evil. She might appear beautiful with her shoulder-length blonde hair, baby blue eyes, and Barbie-esk features, but underneath she was as plastic as the doll. If she was a Mean Girls character, she would have been Regina George. No doubt. How they had been raised in the same household and turned out to be complete opposites Lexi would never be able to figure out.
Sighing despite herself, Lexi meandered through the busy foyer and walked up to the first available representative. Lexi cringed as she noticed the tiny Asian woman that was standing in front of her. She had managed to get the same woman who had been absolutely useless to her when she had been here looking for Jack.
"Hello ma'am. How may I help you?" the woman asked politely
Deciding she might as well attempt to get some information out of the woman, even if it was going to prove to be fruitless, Lexi cleared her throat and said, "I'm here to see Mr. Bridges."
The woman nearly dropped the pen she was holding, she was taken so off guard. "Excuse me?"
"I'm here to see Mr. Bridges. Can you direct me to his office?"
The woman glanced over at the man who was working at the other computer and then back to Lexi. "Mr. Bridges does not take clients, unfortunately. What concerns are you having? Perhaps I can place you with another associate."
Lexi tried to keep from rolling her eyes. "Ramsey's here. I just need to see him. So if you would be so kind to tell me where he is, that would be fantastic," she stated dryly.
"Ramsey? Oh Ramsey! Mr. Bridges," she muttered putting the pieces together. "He does not take clients either ma'am."
"I'm not a client. I'm his girlfriend."
This seemed to send her for an even bigger loop. She sputtered clicking on her screen a few times more out of habit than anything. "I…uh…I'm not authorized…"
She was cut off mid-sentence, "Perhaps I can direct you."
Lexi swiveled around and found herself face to face with a familiar face though she couldn't exactly place where she knew him from.
