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She had no idea where to start, so instead, she fished out the contract from her handbag. It wasn't in as pristine a condition anymore as when Charles Smith had slid it toward her that afternoon. She handed it to Marcy and waited.
History was made for a second time that day by the same man. Marcy had been rendered speechless.
Marcy lowered herself onto a sofa but missed the seat by a breath and slid to the carpeted floor instead, where she stayed, still dazed. “I can't even...” She looked up at Kensley and then down at the sheet of paper in her hand. “Holy fuck, Kensley Reid.” Even Marcy's freckles looked stupefied.
“I know, right?” Kensley murmured. Once more, the express randomness of it all sunk in, and she was equally floored, yet again. Why on earth would one of the richest and definitely one of the most insanely gorgeous, unfairly sexy, and, at the same time, powerfully intimidating, Hunter McLeod, want with her little virginity?
She had flaws a mile long. She didn't work out. She tried to eat well starting every morning but had a weakness for coconut chocolate bars on the daily, so that didn't help. She just could not wrap her brain around that at all. Firstly, what was wrong with him? No, that was the only question that could be asked.
What was wrong with him?
Seemingly over her shock, Marcy jumped up from the floor and basically attacked her.
“Oh, my god, oh, my god, oh, my god. What are we going to do?” She asked, shaking Kensley by the arms and almost toppling them both over.
“Nothing, Marcy. I’m going to do nothing, and Hunter McLeod can stick this contract up his sexy butt because there is no way—”
Her cell phone rang at that precise moment, and she answered it immediately, despite the state she was in. When it came to her grandparents, nothing was more important. She had gone to live with them when she was around seventeen years old after witnessing something no seventeen-year-old should see her parents doing. And her parents' defense, which they kept up and stuck with throughout the years, was that they had expected her back much later and certainly not with company and just like that her world changed.
They apologized, although not for what they were doing. Oh, no. They said they were sorry because Kensley had walked in on them. After that, they told her to grow up already and that she needed to accept that some people did things differently, which didn’t make it the wrong way.
Yeah right.
Thanks to them, she vowed never to fall in love. She had been in like with Hugh, which was totally different.
“Hi, Gramps,” she said, which sounded strange to her own ears, so she repeated the greeting.
“Hey, pumpkin.” Fred Reid's deep and fluffy voice wrapped her in a cocoon of love and understanding. But the underlying strain in his tone had her heart thumping painfully in her chest.
“Is it... gran?” she asked, her body seizing up.
“No, no, pumpkin. Gran is good. But—”
“But what?”
“I don't like to bother you with such things.”
“Just tell me what's wrong, gramps. I can fix it.” Dread formed a thick layer under her skin. She didn’t want her grandfather to tell her they were being kicked out of their apartment already. Not now. She needed more time.
“We got an official eviction notice today from a company called Infinity Construction. They're taking Everry Place down in sixty days, pumpkin, and there’s nothing I can do about it.”
No. No. No.
How could this be happening now? She had sworn she would take down the greedy investors before they got to Everry Place, but she had failed.
Her grandparents had lived in that block of apartments almost their entire married lives—more than fifty years already. The majority of the other residents were also elderly and had lived there for about the same amount of time.
When her gran started to display characteristics of Alzheimer's and stopped being communicative, her grandfather thought it would be easier if they both were moved into a facility where she could be afforded proper help, all hours of the day and night.
But her gran didn't cope well at all with being taken away. After a week of refusing to eat and asking to be taken home, both Kensley and her grandfather vowed that she would never be removed from their apartment in Everry Place.
Nothing brought her gran more peace than her sitting in her little rooftop garden, overlooking the river, and just content to be around her own familiar things. Demolishing Everry Place would destroy her gran completely. She couldn't let that happen.
It wasn’t going to happen.
She now had the name of the construction company. Infinity Construction. And they had no idea who they were messing with. She intended to make their lives a living misery-fest. She was going to start a revolution against them, and everyone was going to know they were evicting the elderly and the sick from a place that kept alive an abundance of memories.
“Gramps, I can stop this from happening. I have the company name now. I don't want you to worry about it, okay? I’ll do whatever it takes, I promise.”
