me. I needed to stay strong. Today was the day; my day to never let anyone control me again.
“I’m ready,” I said as I walked away without even so much as a glance at him.
“Are you mad at me or something?” he asked as he caught up with me.
“No. Why would you ask that?”
“I’m not stupid, Rory. I can tell something is wrong with you. You won’t even look at me.”
I stopped dead in my tracks and turned to him. “There, I’m looking at you. See? Nothing’s wrong.”
“Don’t be bitchy. I don’t like bitchy women.”
“Really? I’ll have to remember to be extra bitchy then.”
“What the hell is the matter with you?” Ian said as he grabbed my arm and pulled me back. “Why the attitude? Is it because I wouldn’t fuck you last night? Is that what this whole bitchy attitude is about? I told you that I won’t risk hurting you and I thought you would appreciate that.”
Strong. Stay strong. “I do appreciate it, Ian. I’m sorry.” I smiled softly.
He tilted his head as he brought his hand up to my face. He took his finger and softly traced the outline of my lips. “I don’t regret kissing you last night and I won’t regret kissing you now,” he said as he brushed his lips on mine. His kiss was soft and light. He looked at me and smiled. “I think Charles made some blueberry muffins. Let’s go have one.”
As soon as we got back to the house and walked through the patio doors, Ian stopped, looking at a man sitting down at the table.
“Dad, I didn’t know you were back from your trip.”
“Hello, son,” he said as he glared at me.
“Rory, this is my father, Richard. Dad, this is Rory Sinclair.”
“Nice to meet you.” I smiled as I held out my hand.
Richard just looked at me with cold hard eyes as he dismissed the fact that I had my hand out to greet him.
“Okay then,” I said as I put my hand down and walked over to pour a cup of coffee.
“Tomorrow night is the annual company gala. Have you decided who you’re bringing as your date?”
My stomach instantly felt sick when I heard Richard ask that. “No, Dad. I haven’t decided yet.”
“I think you need to bring that hot blonde. You know; the one with the huge tits? She’s good arm candy for you, son, and there’s going to be a lot of press there, so if you haven’t already, give her a call and ask her.”
Ian looked away from his father and over at me. I wanted to run out of there so badly, but I didn’t want to make it obvious that this conversation was hurting me.
“So, Rory. What kind of name is that?” Richard asked.
“Dad! That’s enough,” Ian snapped.
“ It’s okay, Ian,” I said. I walked over to the table and sat down across from Richard. “It’s a nickname. My real name is Aurora.”
“Well, that’s not any better,” he chuckled.
Wow, Jordyn was right. This man was a complete asshole.
“Ian, I need to speak with you. Let’s go into the study.”
Ian looked over at me, but didn’t say a word. He walked out of the kitchen and followed his father to his study. After a few moments, I quietly made my way to the study and listened outside the door at their conversation.
“Who the fuck is that girl and why is she here?” Richard snapped.
“That girl is my houseguest because she was badly injured and she needed medical attention.”
“Is she better now?”
“She’s better.”
“Then get rid of her. You don’t need some lowlife hanging around your house and your money. And you better not even think about bringing that girl tomorrow night.”
“I’m not bringing her, so don’t worry,” Ian said.
My heart broke at that moment. Not because Ian wouldn’t ask me to go with him to the gala, but because he didn’t defend me. I needed to get out of here and away from Ian as quickly as possible. I ran up the stairs to my room and took a quick shower. When I was finished, I sent a text message to Adalynn, asking her if there was any possible way she could drive me to the
“I’m ready,” I said as I walked away without even so much as a glance at him.
“Are you mad at me or something?” he asked as he caught up with me.
“No. Why would you ask that?”
“I’m not stupid, Rory. I can tell something is wrong with you. You won’t even look at me.”
I stopped dead in my tracks and turned to him. “There, I’m looking at you. See? Nothing’s wrong.”
“Don’t be bitchy. I don’t like bitchy women.”
“Really? I’ll have to remember to be extra bitchy then.”
“What the hell is the matter with you?” Ian said as he grabbed my arm and pulled me back. “Why the attitude? Is it because I wouldn’t fuck you last night? Is that what this whole bitchy attitude is about? I told you that I won’t risk hurting you and I thought you would appreciate that.”
Strong. Stay strong. “I do appreciate it, Ian. I’m sorry.” I smiled softly.
He tilted his head as he brought his hand up to my face. He took his finger and softly traced the outline of my lips. “I don’t regret kissing you last night and I won’t regret kissing you now,” he said as he brushed his lips on mine. His kiss was soft and light. He looked at me and smiled. “I think Charles made some blueberry muffins. Let’s go have one.”
As soon as we got back to the house and walked through the patio doors, Ian stopped, looking at a man sitting down at the table.
“Dad, I didn’t know you were back from your trip.”
“Hello, son,” he said as he glared at me.
“Rory, this is my father, Richard. Dad, this is Rory Sinclair.”
“Nice to meet you.” I smiled as I held out my hand.
Richard just looked at me with cold hard eyes as he dismissed the fact that I had my hand out to greet him.
“Okay then,” I said as I put my hand down and walked over to pour a cup of coffee.
“Tomorrow night is the annual company gala. Have you decided who you’re bringing as your date?”
My stomach instantly felt sick when I heard Richard ask that. “No, Dad. I haven’t decided yet.”
“I think you need to bring that hot blonde. You know; the one with the huge tits? She’s good arm candy for you, son, and there’s going to be a lot of press there, so if you haven’t already, give her a call and ask her.”
Ian looked away from his father and over at me. I wanted to run out of there so badly, but I didn’t want to make it obvious that this conversation was hurting me.
“So, Rory. What kind of name is that?” Richard asked.
“Dad! That’s enough,” Ian snapped.
“ It’s okay, Ian,” I said. I walked over to the table and sat down across from Richard. “It’s a nickname. My real name is Aurora.”
“Well, that’s not any better,” he chuckled.
Wow, Jordyn was right. This man was a complete asshole.
“Ian, I need to speak with you. Let’s go into the study.”
Ian looked over at me, but didn’t say a word. He walked out of the kitchen and followed his father to his study. After a few moments, I quietly made my way to the study and listened outside the door at their conversation.
“Who the fuck is that girl and why is she here?” Richard snapped.
“That girl is my houseguest because she was badly injured and she needed medical attention.”
“Is she better now?”
“She’s better.”
“Then get rid of her. You don’t need some lowlife hanging around your house and your money. And you better not even think about bringing that girl tomorrow night.”
“I’m not bringing her, so don’t worry,” Ian said.
My heart broke at that moment. Not because Ian wouldn’t ask me to go with him to the gala, but because he didn’t defend me. I needed to get out of here and away from Ian as quickly as possible. I ran up the stairs to my room and took a quick shower. When I was finished, I sent a text message to Adalynn, asking her if there was any possible way she could drive me to the
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