<b>Chapter </b><b>48 </b>
Lydia
“Hey, Marcus.” I tried to sound <b>as </b>excited as I could.
“Miss Brooks. How are you? It’s been a while since we spoke, I’m sorry, I’ve been covered with so much work.”
“Oh, that’s fine,” I said. “You’re still in New York?” I asked, pretending I had no idea. As if Mia didn’t just tell me he would be going to the party.
“Yes, I still have some things to settle.” I heard him <b>say</b>.
My lips formed an oh.
“Congrattions on securing that deal.” His voice is hoarse and has a sharp edge. I liked the way he sounded.
“Thank you.”
“We’ll see at the partyter.” He said, about to hang up, but I stopped him..
“Marcus,” I called.
“There’s something I want to talk to you about.” I said, “It’s about what you said thest time.”
“You don’t have to give me a reply now.”
“I want to.” I had to. “I don’t want things to get awkward between uster today when we meet at the party.” My voice was low. I don’t know how he would take in the information.
“Maybe y
you need more <b>time </b>to think about it.” He said, and before I could say another word, he hung up.
I bit my lower lips, stopping myself from pulling my hair.
He didn’t know how this worked. He didn’t like me, and don’t feel anything for him either.
Aside from the fact that it would be unfair to use him for my revenge, although he was consistently cing himself before me.
The second reason I didn’t want to date him was because of Mason.
It is Mason I wanted.
I realized I had been doing this wrongly.
I turned around, leaning on the table for support.
Maybe pushing Mason away wouldn’t help me get him.
I wanted him toe after me, so always pushing him away was more like dumping him with <b>Julia</b>.
I shook my head, hitting my phone against my teeth as I went deeper in thought.
A smile found its way to my lips as a new thought hit me. It was time to spice things up and hurry the pace.
<b>Chapter </b>48
Since <b>Marcus </b>wants to be used so badly, I won’t push him away.
Iwon’t date him, but I’ll fulfill his request for being used.
It was a win–win for me.
I get to keep him around while taking revenge on Mason.
Marcus would be a good tool for making Mason jealous. As I walked out of my office, my hands danced on my keyboard<b>. </b>
I sent a message to Mia.
My lips parted in awe as I stared at my reflection. I had just stepped out of the dressing room in the boutique that Mis had taken me <ol><li>to. </li></ol>
It wasn’t just a regr boutique<b>, </b>as there were hair stylists and a makeup artist.
The dressing room was nice, made for situations like this.
Mia appeared behind me.
“You look…” she shook her head, “I can’t find the right words to describe you.”
I am a woman, and just like other women, I bask inpliments and smile so hard that my cheeks begin to hurt.
Do you think anyone would be more beautiful than I am?” I <b>asked</b>.
Aside from being the most sessful in the party today, I also want to look the prettiest.
You can’t me me.
It’s in my human nature.
“Can anyone outshine the sun?” Mia asked with a serious expression, “Of course not.” She replied andughed at what she thought was a joke.
I beganughing with her, not because what she said was funny, but because of the way sheughed.
I smoothed the front of my dress with my hands, taking my reflection onest time.
My eyes trace the dress
A white dress which hugs my body, perfectly entuating my shape.
It had a deep neck, which exposed my cleavages. My hair was styled to the side.
It curls, bouncing.
The makeup was also on point.
“Marcus is outside,” Mia informs me.
He wanted to go to the party together; I had no issue with that. He would be my date for the night.
I walked out of the room, taking slow steps towards the exit door.
Just as Mia had <b>said</b>, Marcus’s car was outside.
He stepped out of his car when he caught sight of me, a bouquet of white roses in his hand.
He walked towards me. We met in the middle. His eyes took me in. A satisfied smile tugged the side of his lips.
“You look breathtaking, Ms Brooks,”
He handed me the bouquet, and I took a big whiff of it.
“And so do you,” I said.
Marcus wore a ck Italian suit.
He took hold of my hand and nted a kiss on it.
I smiled and watched him. This wasn’t in the script but he was a perfect actor making amends to the script, I already created.
As we walked, I shed a knowing smile <b>as </b>I listened to him speak, hoping that wherever the camera was he had gotten a picture from the right angle.
Marcus opened the car door, and I stepped inside. My phone in my purse beeped.
The door at the side opened and Marcus sat behind the steering <b>wheel</b>. I brought out my phone. A message from Mia.
“Everything has been put in order.”
The car came to a stop in front of a big ck gate. A few seconds passed before it opened, and a red SUV drove in.
“We’re here.”
*That was fast,” I said. We spoke all through. Must be while it felt like only a few seconds had passed.
He pulled the car into the stipted parking spot and stepped out.
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He opened the car door for me and extended one hand. ced my small hands on his big ones and stepped out.
He closed the door behind me. I moved some hair away from my face and turned, and just then, I came eye to eye with him.
Mason.
He wore a red suit. My eyes moved over him, stopping in his trouser, which was tight in his couch area.
I blinked rapidly, unable to move my eyes away from his goodies.
Something rushed through me.
My face grew warm.
Lydia, what the fuck is wrong with you?