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ANGELA
I should know better than to be upset about Stefan going back to Dallas. What did I expect? His life is there, and right now he has more important things to worry about besides me. He admitted he wanted to be with me, but there are too many things standing in the way. Maybe deep down, I hoped he would choose me, but this isn’t a movie. It’s real life, and things like that don’t happen.
My brother ended up in jail for reckless driving overnight, and they agreed to let him out this morning since he has posted bail. His precious car isn’t worth saving, but he has plenty of money to buy another one.
I don’t want to see him. The fact that he only had to spend one night in jail pisses me off, and I’m sure somehow, he used money to get out faster, but I’ll never be able to prove that. Rich people shouldn’t get away with things just because they have money. They should face the same consequences as the rest of us, but they don’t.
Stefan: Fixing to head back to Dallas. Look forward to seeing you next Christmas.
I throw my phone onto the coffee table. So, my feelings are a little hurt, but I’m not going to let it get me down. We agreed that we wouldn’t let it affect us, or our relationship, and I’m not going to.
Instead of sulking around the house on my last night off, I decide to get dressed and go to the bar. Maybe getting under a different guy is just what I need to get my mind off of him. Although, I don’t know if another man could compare. Only one way to find out.
A black low cut dress slides over my shoulders and a pair of red stilettos to match my lipstick. Nobody will be able to keep their eyes off of me in this. I like having my options open, and when you are the best-looking woman in the bar, men get territorial. Once one man shows interest, they all want me. Yet, there is only one man that will be lucky enough to go home with me.
I order an UBER and put on the final touches of my makeup. If I want free drinks and action, I must look the part. Sexy enough to attract attention, but not too much or else they will think I’m a prostitute. It’s happened before.
The notification shows that my driver is waiting, and I grab my clutch. Let the games begin.
“How are you tonight?” I say, inching into the back of the Honda Civic.
“Good, thank you. Big plans tonight?”
“Just having some fun,” I reply.
I have three other messages from him.
Stefan: Did you hear your brother is out?
Stefan: That motherfucker didn’t even call me.
Stefan: Have you seen the news?
I pull up the local news app and sure enough, Hendrix’s face is the first article.
Hendrix Haddon, former Grapevine resident, was arrested yesterday for reckless driving. He hit a vehicle on a residential street going twice the speed limit which left the mother with a bad concussion. No life-threatening injuries have been reported at this time.
This is not good. I can’t imagine what this is going to mean if the bigger stations catch a whiff of this.
Me: Just saw it. What are you going to do?
I get that they are best friends, but when it comes to the company, he has to do what’s best for it. This will be a PR nightmare if it gets out, and he needs to get in front of it.
Stefan: I’ll be home in just a bit, and I’ll call our PR firm again. Let’s hope he didn’t just screw up everything we have worked for.
I wouldn’t be surprised if Hendrix played this off like it’s not a big deal. I’m sure he didn’t learn a damn thing from being in jail overnight. Don’t they understand they are just condoning his behavior? Ugh.
Well, now I don’t feel right doing this. Stefan and I might not be together, but maybe he needs someone to help him through this. As a friend.
I scroll through my contacts and click on Mrs. Valentino.
Me: It’s Angela. Do you have Stefan’s address?
She texts me right back.
“Hey, can we go somewhere else? I know it’s not what you originally agreed on, but I need to get to Dallas.”
The UBER nods his head and asks me to change the address in the app, so it reflects on his side. It takes all of five seconds and we are on the interstate heading straight for Stefan.
