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I decided to focus on things I loved and for me, that was helping kids get off the streets and giving them hope like I had gotten when I needed it most. Avery was almost ready to launch her own fashion line, so we decided to combine our passions and use foster kids and street kids as models and inspiration for the designs. I opened up the Every Dream Foundation in partnership with Avery, and Madison helped us with contracts and legal documents. I had been working insanely hard over the last six weeks so I could forget Alec. I dove into changing my image, my career, and my life, so seeing him sitting out there looking sexy in his designer suit with his sultry eyes fixated on me, I could barely breathe.
When he came over to my table with another woman, my heart fell to the floor. But that was life; the Alecs of the world never became truly good people. He was a billionaire with his own secrets. He certainly wasn’t the gentleman he presented himself to be. He had a very dark side but was sexy as hell … and within all that conflict there was goodness in him too. But Alec Blair was too much for me, so let him have his woman, doubtless, she wouldn’t be ‘the one’ and if she was … well fine. I didn’t need men like Alec Blair in my life.
“Mr. Blair,” Mrs. Harmon said as she stood to greet Alec. “It was so good of you to come. Thank you for supporting the Morning House.” She reached her hand out to shake his.
He extended his hand and smiled. “This is a very important cause and one that is close to my heart.” At that moment he looked at me, and everything in me froze.
“Well, thank you for being here. God knows we need the publicity. Thanks to Killah, you, and Kylie Morgan for putting our little charity on the map.”
I put a bite of spanakopita into my mouth and tried not to look at him.
“Don’t thank me just yet. I have one more thing for you.” He handed Mrs. Harmon a check.
All the color leached out of her face. “Five hundred thousand dollars …” she whispered. “That will help … you have no idea.”
“Well, I’d like to be a benefactor. I’ll call you later and see how I can personally help you get this charity set up long term. You shouldn’t have to spend your time fundraising.” Damn him.
He brought Mrs. Harmon to tears. It wasn’t all-out sobbing, but she was deeply moved. They hugged, and my body tightened. Kevin stood up and gave him a bro handshake and a man hug.
“That is so solid, man. Thank you!” Kevin looked at the woman with him. “Hey there,” he said to Alec’s date, and her eyes lit up and started to gush.
“I am such a fan of yours. Your music is so amazing, relevant, hip, so smart!” She kept it just this side of drooling, but I couldn’t help being a little jealous.
I wondered if she let Alec lick ice cream from her tits or whether she ate poultry off his cock as he had wanted me to do. Regardless, she seemed the type to be into whatever he was. Maybe he didn’t want a strong woman, but a fan, a little one-woman cheering section that ate all her meals off his genitals and liked to fuck in his super-sized shower.
“Thanks, I love when people get me and what I’m trying to do.” Kevin was so cool; too bad he was almost married.
He was more like a brother to me, but I dreamed about him anyway. We had been through a lot together. We met in the group home and then at Morning House. Outside of my posse, he was a solid member of my tribe.
“Yeah, you are awesome.” Her eyes glazed over.
“And …” Alec looked at her. “As promised, this is Kylie Morgan.” His eyes shifted to me. “We are actually there to see you.”
What the fuck? There is something very wrong with bringing your new boo to see the girl who pretty much walked out on you, but his narcissism must know no bounds.
“I am so excited to meet you. You’re so pretty and such an inspiration to women.” She was wide-eyed and genuinely excited to meet me.
The only reason I could think to bring her over was to either make me jealous or make her happy enough to take whatever bullshit he had planned for her in his bed that night. After thinking that, my heart panged. I would have loved a little of his bullshit actually.
Well, not lately; I was feeling a little sick and could throw up at the drop of a hat.
I chalked it up to doing things that scared me like asking people for money for something I believed in and trying to be more me in reality. All those things terrified me.
