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Story: Cruel Betrayals
Is she not answering because I’m the one calling?
I type out a text before erasing it. Starting over, I send a nicer message first.
Just met with the potential business partners, give me a call so I can run some ideas past you before I meet with Dad.
I leave it at that while Mr. Eastly drives me back to the hotel. He parks right next to the charter bus.
“Thank you for the ride.”
“You’re welcome, Mr. Marino. Here, take my card. If you are ever back in town, give me a call, and I’ll drive you around.”
I take his business card and get out of the car just in time to see Rhett and Spencer walking out of the hotel.
“What’s going on?” I ask when I get closer to them.
Rhett glances at Mr. Eastly’s car. “Have you heard from Alexandra today?”
I frown.
Why would he ask me that?
“No. What’s going on?”
Rhett runs a hand through his hair. “Francesca gave her the extra key to her apartment, but she said she hasn’t moved in yet.”
Is this seriously what they are worried about?
“Alexandra said she was moving in this weekend. She could be at home packing for the big move tomorrow.”
“So you haven’t heard from her today?”
“No, but I was just in an important meeting. Besides, it’s not like I talk to Alexandra every day. She’s my father’s assistant, not mine.”
They stare at me as if they don’t believe what I’m saying.
I don’t talk to her every day, but I try my damndest to at least lay my eyes on her.
An image of her wearing that short tight skirt she loves to wear around the office flashes in my mind.
That skirt and her tight white blouse always make my dick hard.
Like it is now.
The main doors to the hotel open and our teammates flow out and head toward us with Coach Bobby in the front.
“Get on the bus. You can finish your gossip while we are stuck in traffic.”
I roll my eyes as Rhett laughs. “He’s a smartass, but he’s right. We can talk on the bus.”
We get settled in our seats at the back of the bus.
Their concerns leave me worried about Alexandra, so I send another text.
How’s the packing going?
I wait a few minutes before sending another message.
Please call or message me and let me know you are safe. The guys and Francesca are worried that you haven’t moved in yet.
I type out a text before erasing it. Starting over, I send a nicer message first.
Just met with the potential business partners, give me a call so I can run some ideas past you before I meet with Dad.
I leave it at that while Mr. Eastly drives me back to the hotel. He parks right next to the charter bus.
“Thank you for the ride.”
“You’re welcome, Mr. Marino. Here, take my card. If you are ever back in town, give me a call, and I’ll drive you around.”
I take his business card and get out of the car just in time to see Rhett and Spencer walking out of the hotel.
“What’s going on?” I ask when I get closer to them.
Rhett glances at Mr. Eastly’s car. “Have you heard from Alexandra today?”
I frown.
Why would he ask me that?
“No. What’s going on?”
Rhett runs a hand through his hair. “Francesca gave her the extra key to her apartment, but she said she hasn’t moved in yet.”
Is this seriously what they are worried about?
“Alexandra said she was moving in this weekend. She could be at home packing for the big move tomorrow.”
“So you haven’t heard from her today?”
“No, but I was just in an important meeting. Besides, it’s not like I talk to Alexandra every day. She’s my father’s assistant, not mine.”
They stare at me as if they don’t believe what I’m saying.
I don’t talk to her every day, but I try my damndest to at least lay my eyes on her.
An image of her wearing that short tight skirt she loves to wear around the office flashes in my mind.
That skirt and her tight white blouse always make my dick hard.
Like it is now.
The main doors to the hotel open and our teammates flow out and head toward us with Coach Bobby in the front.
“Get on the bus. You can finish your gossip while we are stuck in traffic.”
I roll my eyes as Rhett laughs. “He’s a smartass, but he’s right. We can talk on the bus.”
We get settled in our seats at the back of the bus.
Their concerns leave me worried about Alexandra, so I send another text.
How’s the packing going?
I wait a few minutes before sending another message.
Please call or message me and let me know you are safe. The guys and Francesca are worried that you haven’t moved in yet.
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