A Wifey for the Bad Boy(87)
“Fashion Week,” she corrected him and he smiled.
“See why I thought you were the perfect person for this job?” he said as he walked out.
A smile played on Kylie’s lips as she looked at her screen again. There was a new email from Sean.
TO: Kylie Moran
FROM: Sean Simms
RE: FILLED YOUR PRESCRITION YET?
Just so you know, I don’t give up easily. I’m still waiting unless of course you want me to show up at your office.
TO: Sean Simms
FROM: Kylie Moran
RE: FILLED YOUR PRESCRITION YET?
And how would you know where I work?
TO: Kylie Moran
FROM: Sean Simms
RE: FILLED YOUR PRESCRITION YET?
I got this little thing called Google. Heard of it? All I had to do was input your name and I found out that you are the head of public relations at Focus Entertainment. And to think I never really pegged you as an entertainment person.
Kylie stifled a laugh. She took a long deep breath and sighed. Maybe all this was a sign. Maybe she had been holding back a little too much. Maybe this was what she needed to get herself back out there. She was smiling as she began typing.
TO: Sean Simms
FROM: Kylie Moran
RE: FILLED YOUR PRESCRITION YET?
Fine, I’ll have coffee with you if you promise to stop stalking me.
TO: Kylie Moran
FROM: Sean Simms
RE: FILLED YOUR PRESCRITION YET?
No way, you kept me waiting too long. Now I demand dinner.
Kylie laughed and shook her head. It was clear that her new doctor was not someone who gave up easily.
TO: Sean Simms
FROM: Kylie Moran
RE: FILLED YOUR PRESCRITION YET?
Demand?
She waited a few minutes before another email popped up.
TO: Kylie Moran
FROM: Sean Simms
RE: FILLED YOUR PRESCRITION YET?
Yes, demand. I am a man who usually gets what he wants once he sets his mind on it and I have my mind set on you. So, dinner?
She drummed her fingers on her desk again and took a long deep breath.
TO: Sean Simms
FROM: Kylie Moran
RE: FILLED YOUR PRESCRITION YET?
Let’s just start slow. Let’s do lunch first and see how it goes from there.
She waited a few minutes before she saw the reply displayed on the screen.
TO: Kylie Moran
FROM: Sean Simms
RE: FILLED YOUR PRESCRITION YET?
Lunch it is.
Chapter 3
When she got back home that evening, Kylie’s heart was pounding hard and fast. Her day had not only been eventful but also surprising. She had just landed a huge project and what’s more, she had agreed to a date with Sean. But at the back of her mind, she was still not sure she had done the right thing. She was second-guessing herself like she had so many times before. And it was all because of Frankie… the asshole who ruined her for every other man out there…
Four years ago…
Life with Frankie had been everything Kylie had ever imagined. It was perfection in every sense of the word. Frankie, the stud who turned heads everywhere he went was actually dating her, the woman everyone thought was unattractive. She had never pictured herself with a tall, dark and handsome man like Frankie, not even for a moment and now it had happened. The last few weeks had been simply heavenly. Kylie had learnt what it meant to be loved, to feel loved, to feel desired…all emotions she had never thought she would feel.
On this particular day, she was feeling a little more excited than usual. It was her one-month anniversary with Frankie and she had planned the perfect evening. She would go to his place early and make him a romantic dinner before she spread some rose petals on the bed. He had always told her that he loved how she looked in lingerie so earlier that day, she had gone shopping in a plus size lingerie store. She had found the perfect satin and lace lingerie, something she knew that he was most definitely going to love. When she got to his place, she made his favorite – grilled steak and a side of baked potatoes. She even went as far as making a southern style gravy just as he liked it. When everything was set, she took a quick shower before changing into the lingerie. As she did her make-up, she decided to let her hair down. It looked so much more glamorous that way with all the wavy curls hanging loose. She was still looking at her reflection when she heard the front door open and close. A smile played on her lips and she felt an excited chill going down her spine.
“This must be the best welcome home party he has ever had,” she thought as she walked out of the bedroom. She was walking slow and seductively but her mood changed when she got to the hallway. She could not only hear Frankie’s voice but there was a woman’s voice out there too. Her heart skipped a beat when she heard the female throaty laugh echoing through the apartment.
“It could be anyone,” she tried to reassure herself. “It could be the house keeper…or his sister…or cousin…” She was now walking towards the living room where she could hear Frankie’s low voice every so often before the female throaty laugh echoed through the house again. But when she got to the end of the hallway, she froze in her tracks. The woman whose voice she had been hearing was not a housekeeper’s and judging from the way Frankie was holding her, she was no relative either. He was holding her so close and she was kissing on his neck a little too friendly to be any kind of relation.