I saw Michael right away; he was dressed to the nines in a fancy suit with his hair done and face clean-shaven. “You look amazing, my dear! Sorry that you had to find out this way, but would you have come if you’d known?” he asked smiling. He kissed me gently on the cheek and took my coat off, handing it to the front desk like a true gentleman.
“Are you ready to wing it? Just go along with whatever I say, excuse yourself if you are in an uncomfortable conversation, and try not to drink more than two drinks. I know your alcohol tolerance is very low, but I trust that you won’t embarrass me tonight out of anger or revenge,” Michael instructed quietly as he led me by the small of my back.
I simply nodded and made my way through the party to the food as Micheal chatted with some of the other guests. I was starving and figured what better way to get out of talking to people than having a mouth full of food. I placed my order and found my reserved seat.
Michael’s law firm was thriving, and several partners were surrounding him, discussing a few quality underlings they wanted to take on. The upscale steakhouse had ridiculously good food, and it was one of the more expensive places to hold such a large event, but Michael didn’t care.
As a natural wallflower, I made my way through the party with very little incident or issue until Michael was ready to go home. I excused myself from spending the night at his place, as I was very tired. Michael didn’t mind, because he was just as worn out from the party.
As the town car arrived in front of my home, Michael kissed me gently and asked again, “Please consider coming to live with me at the estate. If you do not feel comfortable living in the same house as me, you can take the empty house—it’s just as nice. Whatever you decide, please do it soon.”
“I will consider it. Thank you for tonight,” I whispered as we hugged goodbye.
As I walked along the side of the duplex, my neighbor popped his head out of his screen door. “Was that your rich sugar daddy, Vivian? I couldn’t help but overhear his proposal, and honey, if he’s got an estate, you should be living there in the lap of luxury, not here in this dump!”
“Spying on me again, Jimbo? Don’t you have a job or TV to keep you busy?” I snarled, walking to the steps of my second floor apartment. I suddenly remembered my car and started thinking about what the heck that smell was, because I had always kept everything so meticulously clean.
I opened the trunk to find my old sweaty work bag from the bar. I took the bag up to my porch and began to go through it; it was just filled with dirty laundry that I had completely forgotten about. However, I also found Keegan’s phone number—he was the guy who had tried relentlessly to convince me to call him when I worked at the bar. I decided to send a text, just to see if it was a real, active number. To my surprise, he responded almost immediately. I probably should’ve ignored it, but my curiosity got the better of me.