Page 37 of Mr. Green

Maybe I could do the casual sex thing. Get my fix from him, complete with a body, and try to keep my heart locked up. It’ll be hard, but I need something physical from him as soon as possible or I’m going to lose my shit. The thought of him fucking me is all I can think about.

I’m about to get in the tub to die. I have to be ready to go soon. Matt arranged for our flight to take off around twelve, but we’ll have to drive over to the airport soon. I should go get some food before I’m stuck on a plane for about six hours without the person I want to see most.

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The flight was uneventful, since Grant wasn’t there. I imagine him sitting in his own spacious seat on the way to Texas. I’m close to letting my heart melt for a guy that doesn’t even live in the same state as I do. I need to build up some of those walls. Ryan left because he didn’t want me to come with him. Grant could do the same thing to me—leave me behind without another thought. Yup, if I ever see Grant again, which I’m sure will happen, I have to remember it’sjust going to be sex. That’s it.

I get dropped off at my parents’ house where my car and Queenie have been staying. After the quickest hi and bye ever with my parents, Queenie and I are on the way to the apartment. When I reach my door, I find something there.

It’s a card, and it’s heavy.

I’m frozen in place. Written on the front of the card is:

Sunshine

I open the door and stare at the envelope.

If I go forward now, the possibility of him leaving without me is at the forefront of my mind, but it won’t hurt to see what happens. I mean, it’s been over a year. I’ll scratch my little itch with my dream guy and then wait for him to leave. It won’t take long, I’m sure. He’ll get bored. With my rules laid out, I open the envelope.

Inside is a piece of cardstock with a note written on it. Along with jewelry. It’s a pendant of a sun. He might be taking this Sunshine thing a bit too far. Since I’ve loved the name since last night, I do find it cute, but I’m not admitting that to anyone.

I read the note, written in impeccably perfect handwriting.

Be ready at 6:00 p.m. on Friday.

Wear the necklace.

Grant

This fucking guy. He’s ordering me around and he isn’t even here. He wants his nickname displayed to everyone.

What. The. Fuck.

For some reason, that’s way hotter than I ever want to admit.

I wonder how he got my address. I’d bet a millionbucks Scarlett handed it over to him without another thought. I should’ve pushed her into the ocean. Of course, then Matt would’ve killed me. Hmmm.

I text Scarlett just to be sure she was indeed the one who handed over information about my life to the man I’ve been trying to avoid.

Me: Hey, did you, by any chance, give my address to the Viking?

Scarlett: Why?

Me: Because he sent something here, but I didn’t tell him where I live.

Scarlett: Shut up! Was it a cute something? *Excited emoji*

Me: I haven’t decided. You haven’t answered my question!

Scarlett: What do you mean you haven’t decided? Was it something creepy?

Me: Scarlett! Did you give him my address?

Scarlett: Don’t kill me...

There lies my answer. The traitor has shown herself yet again. I stop looking at my phone and whatever excuse she’s about to tell me. I stare at the envelope and the necklace.

Even though I like the idea of the necklace, I’m not a fucking dog. He can’t just order me around and think I’ll give in. I can’t call him to say I’m busy or anything since I don’t have his number. What happens if I’m not here? What would he do then? What if I never made it back to my apartment today? What if I decided not to open his mysterious note?