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“Oh,abso-do-the-lutely.”
In all her life, she had never spoken that way at all.
“You can talk to me, Blakely. Whatever you need, I’m here for you.”
“Thank you, Andrew. I better start with Project Get the Marquises Married,” she said, smiling.
Andrew chuckled and then handed her the folder.
She nodded and offered her boss an overly bright smile, and once the folder was in her hands, she fled his office before she burst into uncharacteristic tears.
Okay then. She kept assuring herself that she was fine, but all the while, another piece of her shattered to the floor.
And it was her own fault. They knew they had to get married. Since their birthdays all occurred over a six-week period starting in sixty days, they knew exactly that they were going to be married. And still, they had touched her.
Taken her virginity.
No. It was over between them. It was a one-night stand. Not a declaration of eternal love.
Oh, stupid girl.
She was so smart, yet also so incredibly stupid. Served her right for forgetting her place in their worlds.
She took the folder home with her and dreaded opening it and staring at all the women who were worthy of it.
After a long bath, she poured herself some wine, then took a swig directly from the bottle before she opened the folder. All the women were perfect princesses. She really didn’t have a hard time choosing each one because they were all just perfect.
With tears in her eyes, it struck her cold that she was able to pick out their future wives. Before her liquid courage failed her, she called the three potential wives, made arrangements for them to meet, and then set about creating their perfect first date.
She put everything into two piles of folders. One for Andrew and one each for them, and then, because she was fucking hurt, she typed possible honeymoon destinations for each of them.
She recommended Snake Island in Brazil, Oymyakon in Russia, and North Sentinel Island in the Andaman Islands.
When she was done, she started something she thought she would never do. She typed out her resignation letter.
She then packed a bag for a long away stay, and after she dropped off copies for Andrew at the office with her resignation letter on top of the copies, she conveniently left on their doorstep, she headed to a cabin on the mountainside.
Her grandparents had left it to Blakely. She had spent huge amounts of money to make it perfect, and it remained her perfect getaway place. Except she hadn’t had many of those recently. She loved the place. It was secluded and not even listed. No one would find her.
She planned to hibernate with the onset of winter. It was raining quite heavily by the time she arrived. The short distance from her car to the front door had seen her soaked to the bone with rain.
Shivering, she started a fire immediately, then stripped out of her clothes and stepped into a hot shower. Her home away from home had a full supply of all her toiletries, and the fridge and freezer were stocked with food that lasted a long time. Plus, she had stopped at a supermarket to get a cart full of junk food, enough to last her the whole of winter.
With everything around her quiet, all that remained were her thoughts. And that’s when she cried herself to sleep on the sofa, in front of the fireplace she built, in her towel, with the rain hammering down outside.
She was never going to recover. Fuck. She had allowed herself to be in a position where her heart could be broken, and damn, it was.
Completely.
In between dozing, and crying, and stuffing her face with sugar, she was unexpectedly startled out of her sadness at the sound of her door being broken in. She jumped from the sofa, wrapping herself in the quilt which had basically been her clothes. It had been two days since she was there, and she had just showered and was naked under the quilt while she waited for the fire to dry her wet hair.
“Blakely.”
The sound of her name being thundered by three angry lords echoed all around her. Her cabin was too small to escape them. And why were they here anyway? There was no reason for them to have any kind of connection anymore.
But how on earth did they find her? She had turned her phone off. But she had been responsible enough to let Andrew know by email that she would call him in three days to let him know she was okay.
Simon, Henry, and Asher? She owed them nothing.
