A Wifey for the Bad Boy(88)

“Frankie?” Kylie said in a soft voice and they turned around.

“Frankie, honey. You didn’t tell me you had such a fancy dress code for your help,” the woman said looking at Kylie from head to toe.

“I am not the help,” Kylie said as she slowly walked towards them.

“Oh really? Then who are you?” the blond woman asked.

“Frankie?” Kylie called out to him again.

“Melissa, this Kylie. Kylie, this is my girlfriend…fiancé actually, Melissa Barnes,” Frankie announced.

At that moment, Kylie felt as if her heart had been carved right out of her chest. The words Frankie had just said were echoing in her mind over and over again and she was trying to understand what was going on at that particular moment.

“Fiancé?” she asked as she looked at him.

“Listen just…” Frankie said as she turned to look at Melissa. “Give me a moment, will you?”

“Wait, this is her, isn’t she? The one who got us that very lucrative deal?” Melissa said and she began walking towards Kylie. “Why would you want me to leave you alone with her? I deserve a chance to know the person responsible for the hefty payout I got…sorry, what we got.”

“Payout?” Kylie shook her head. “Frankie what is going on? What is all this talk about fiancés and payouts and….what is going on?” she asked.

Melissa looked at her and then looked at Frankie.

“I can smell something delicious, I think your help made some dinner for us to celebrate,” she said, still looking at Kylie. “Why don’t you handle this and I’ll be in there waiting. Who knows, maybe her chef skills are as good as her corporate ones.” She turned around and walked back to where Frankie was before she slipped a hand around his neck. She looked at Kylie over her shoulder for a long second before she kissed him deeply making a tear roll down Kylie’s cheek.

“Kylie…” Frankie was slowly walking towards her.

“Don’t,” Kylie said as she took a step back. “Just…don’t.”

She held her face in her hands and took a long deep breath. Everything was suddenly making sense to her. Frankie had played her like a fucking song and she had let him worm his way into her life just like that. It was not about her. It had never been about her.

“All this time, Frankie? All you ever wanted was to get your foot into Lyon Fisk and Churchill?” she asked and he walked up to where she was. Even though she had tried moving back, she had not been fast enough for him. He held her close and kissed her cheek.

“Listen to me, Kylie,” he started in a soft voice. “You need to go. Right now. You need to leave,” he whispered into her ear.

“Let me go,” she said in a soft voice. She was shaking almost too violently.

“You need to understand that I never had any ill intention, baby,” he said. “I just wanted what was mine. That’s all,” he added and she shook her head.

“Just get away from me,” she said in a whisper.

Present day…

When Kylie thought of her history with Frankie, all she could do was just run the other way. Ignore the fact that she had accepted Sean’s offer to take her out to dinner. When she thought about it, she knew that it was probably a good idea for her to just move on from everything. After all, it had been four years. But it was not as if she had not been trying. She had. But it was not as easy as she thought.

She took her phone out of her purse and looked at the email log for the millionth time that day. She could not believe that she was the one who had actually gone ahead to accept his offer. She had half a mind to call her sisters but she was almost too sure of what they would say.

“Go for it!” This would be Kenzie.

“It’s about time!” Kristie.

“Yeah, time for Kylie to get her groove back,” Kenzie would say.

And eventually, their mother would find out and she would be the one whose excitement would blow the other two right out of the water. She walked up to her fridge and opened it before she stared at the contents. She pulled out a dish containing the leftover lasagna they’d had at Kristie’s the other day and a bottle of water. She stuck the container in the microwave and then sighed.

“Maybe I should just have some wine rather than water,” she thought as she waited for the food to get warm. “It is definitely one of those days where I should have wine instead of water.” She walked to her wine rack and pulled out a bottle of pinot before she poured herself a glass. After getting a fork from one of the drawers, she sat down at the kitchen counter and opened the container. Normally, the dead silence in the house would have bothered her but for some reason, she was okay with the silence on that night. She was all Zen, as far as she was concerned.