Lily's Mistake(17)

Am I his rebound? Tears gather up in my eyes as I look around Shannon's  things. This house is theirs. They have memories in this place.

I don't know what hurts more; seeing Drake happy with another woman, or  that he almost married and had a baby with her. This was the real deal,  right here. I better snap out of my love haze before I fall flat on my  face.

Wiping my tears away, I look for Drake. I want to go home, but I don't  have a car to drive home with. Instead of solid walls, his house has a  large expanse of thick tinted glass. It overlooks the Pacific Ocean, but  unlike mine, his is on a cliff with a large rectangular pool and a  Jacuzzi. The chic white outlines with black cabanas are a pretty posh  addition.

It's sick, but I can't help seeing Shannon everywhere I look around this house.

Mocking me.

"Drake?" I call out to the eerie silence of the house. Where the hell did that man go now?

When I get to the kitchen, I find a note. Going to Mom's to get Skull.  He stayed there while we were in Greece. I will be back soon. Miss you. ~  D

Sighing, I wander towards the garage door. I'm surprised that none of my  things are on the floor. Where is my purse? I need my phone.

I find my purse on top of the bar in his living room. I hit speed dial  without blinking. When I hear my call being picked up, I rapidly speak,  "I need your help. I don't have a ride or clothes for that matter, so I  can't call for a cab without humiliating myself. I need you to pick me  up in Malibu … at Drake's house."         

     



 

Masie whistles. "Got yourself in trouble, Miss Goody? Fine, I'll fish  out the details later. Text me the address and I will be there to pick  you up and watch you do the walk of shame. I hope last night was worth  it, sweetie." She sounds worried. I would be, too, if the situation was  reversed.

I give her my thanks and send her Drake's address. It's good to have a  friend to count on through this, but Masie and her boyfriend, Nick, both  like Jared, a lot. I'm going to catch a lot of hell over this walk of  shame.

Jared. I'll be seeing him tonight. I have to get my shit together because I have to make a decision.





15



"Jared!" I greet him at the door before he gathers me in his arms and kisses me on the lips.

That definitely surprises me. Sure, we've kissed and fooled around, but it never goes further than that.

After leaving Drake's home, feeling dejected and with my insecurity at  the highest level, I decide to dress up a little. I wear a nude,  tight-fitting corset dress that my lithe body and legs look amazing in  paired with my sand colored Prada platform pumps to finish the look. I  look pretty decent, if I do say so myself. I straightened my usually  wavy hair. I forgot how changing hairstyles actually does wonders to a  woman's look alone. I keep my make-up light, but don't hold back with my  scarlet lipstick.

No more Drake, I can't think about him tonight with Jared. Jared  deserves my undivided attention. It also helps that Drake hasn't tried  to call me or text. It hurts that he can't bother to send me even a  quick text; yet, I'm relieved that he doesn't. Fucking confusing. I want  to scream my frustration.

Jared steps back. His eyes heatedly admire my look as he whistles. "You  look like a supermodel. I know you're gorgeous and all, but you never  used to dress up this way for me."

I blush and murmur my thanks. A big part of me is pleased that there is a guy out there that appreciates my efforts.

Yeah, I was pretty laid back before. I guess Jared can thank Drake for  making me feel like shit. After I found that picture of him and Shannon,  I couldn't get it out of my head. Jared is a good-looking guy. Six-feet  tall with a well-honed body, wavy blonde hair, light brown eyes and  armed with a charming, amiable personality.

"Where are we going?" I ask before I get my things and start heading out the door.

Jared looks at me, grinning. "Well, since you're asking, it's actually  my parents' thirty-fifth wedding anniversary. They're having this bash  at their house. I'm taking you there as my date."

I can feel my body grow taut. "You want me to meet your parents?" I ask in a whisper.

"Don't freak out, okay? I just thought since you're deciding if you want  to seriously date me, and be exclusive …  I want to show you where I come  from. Of course, I want Mom and Dad to meet you. It's only a party.  It's nothing to be scared of. Well, I hope they don't scare you away."  He looks thoughtful for a moment.

"I'm not scared, Jared. You just caught me by surprise, that's all."  It's more like I'm feeling along the lines of a slut because I spent all  night having sex with Drake and here comes Jared, sweet and perfect,  wanting to introduce me to his parents.

Jared kisses the top of my nose. "You'll be fine. You're great. You're perfect. Well, I think you're perfect, anyway."

Shit. Just shit, fuck, shit, shit, shit.

The ride to his parents' home in Calabasas is pretty engaging. Jared is  studying to be a doctor in cardiology and he's passionate about it.  He'll be doing his residency program at UCLA medicine soon. Jared is  actually friends with Nick. I had declined Jared's invitation for a  whole year before I finally decided to give him a shot. Now, exactly  when I realize I'm ready to move forward, Drake happens to show back up  in my life.

It's fucked up.

Jared glances at me before he reaches out to give my bare thigh a tight  squeeze. His hand stays there, unmoving, just there. "Masie mentioned  that you two are planning on opening a business?"

"Since, she and I have this obsession with cupcakes and we loved making  them in college, we thought …  well, why not go for it? It hasn't been  finalized yet, though. We need to look for a location first, and then go  from there."

His hand hasn't moved, but his fingers are stroking my skin, back and  forth. "Your cupcakes are delicious. I can't get enough of them." His  voice lowers, full of innuendo.

Um, is he still talking about cupcakes here? The way he mentions them …  it sounded downright sexual.         

     



 

When my phone rings, I decide to get it. It's Mom. "Hey! What's up, Mom?"

"How are you, Dear? I'm actually calling to tell you that Patricia is  having a luncheon this Sunday. I was hoping you would come." Mom sounds  nervous.

Weird, why would she be nervous? "Sure. Is that all because I'm getting the vibe that there's more?"

Mom clears her throat. "There is …  but I'm not sure if telling you over the phone is the best way to tell you."

There is no way in Hell I am letting my mother off the phone without  telling me. "It is, actually. My mind is going through the scenarios  right now and I would greatly appreciate it if you would relieve me of  that kind of tension."

"Fine, if you insist. I'm seeing someone. I started dating again." Huh? Since when did she start dating?

For the last nine years, Mom never even mentioned another guy. So, I had assumed that she wasn't dating. When did that change?

"Who are you dating?" I am in shock.

"Colin Sandberg"

Oh, Hell. He's a close friend of Hugh's and had been very close with my dad when he was alive, too.

"Lily? Will you say something?" Mom is waiting for my reaction. What the heck do I say?

"Um, that was unexpected. I didn't realize you were attracted to Colin.  He's Dad's friend, Mom. I don't know. How long have you been seeing  him?"

"A week ago. It just started. He said he finally manned up and asked me  out. He's been meaning to for the last few years, but always hesitated."  That sounds like Colin.

Colin Sandberg is a decent man, gentle and soft-spoken with the sharpest  brain around. His wife died five years ago, I think. He doesn't have  any children because his wife didn't want any, but they were happy that  way. It was a lifestyle choice that suited them both. I suppose two  lonely grieving people are entitled to find solace in each other.

"I'm happy for you, Mom. I really am. Colin better not hurt you or he'll  have me to answer to." My mother chuckles at that. She knows I can be a  spitfire about it, too; if it ever comes down to that.

I honestly hope that it won't. Mom deserves to be happy. I hadn't realized how lonely she must be since Dad died.

"That's why I called, too. Colin will be joining us this Sunday. That's why it's important that you come."

That warms my heart. Mom. Introducing her boyfriend for the first time. Ha! "Of course, count me in. Lunch, right?"

"Yes, I will see you then. Have a goodnight, Hon."

"You, too, Mom," I say before we part with our goodbyes.

I glance sideways and find Jared looking amused. "Glad my mom's love life entertains you, Mr. Pearson."

"It is a bit entertaining, but I think your love life intrigues me more." He gives my thigh another stroke.

I weave myself nicely on a nice shit pile, don't I?

"I'm sure it does," I murmur. Not wanting to open that can of worms.  Drake, our past and the ever shifting present, are not what I want to  talk or even think about tonight.