Don't Walk Away: A Second Chance Fake Fiance Romance Page 9

  “I have to go to the ladies’ room,” Kina said, breaking the silence. “Come with me.”

  I nodded, relieved. We excused ourselves and walked to the restroom together.

  When we stood in front of the mirror, touching up our makeup, I looked at Kina.

  “It’s a little tense out there,” I said.

  She sighed, “Yeah, and today is better than other days. But let’s not talk about that, tonight. I haven’t seen you in the longest time. Tonight is about catching up and being together again.”

  She smiled at me and I nodded at her in the mirror. I wouldn’t bring it up. I wanted hear what was going on from Kyle, anyway.

  “So, you and Kyle, huh?” Kina asked, turning to me. “It’s nice to see you two together again.”

  I nodded carefully.

  “Well, sort of,” I said. “We’re not really together. Not like that.”

  Kina frowned and glanced down at the ring on my finger. I lifted it and studied the way the light bounced from the angles of the cut stone.

  “This is a long story,” I said.

  Kina folded her arms and leaned against the counter with her hip. “I have time,” she said.

  I laughed. “I have a stalker. He’s been making my life hell for two years.”

  “What?” Kina asked. “Two years is a long time for an obsession.”

  I shrugged. “I guess that’s why they call it an obsession. Anyway, I thought I would be clever and tell him I’m engaged so that he would leave me alone. It made everything worse.”

  When I told her about the break-in at our condo and the way Tyler was harassing me, Kina gasped in shock.

  “What a nightmare,” she said. “I deal with these things daily, but it’s with famous clients. I guess it can happen to any of us.”

  “Yeah, but I can’t get rid of him because the police don’t seem to care about it,” I said. “So, Kyle jumped in and offered a place for me to stay for a while so I’m safe and so Sara’s condo won’t get trashed again. It’s not safe.”

  Kina nodded, understanding what I was trying to say.

  “When I moved in with Kyle, I asked him if he would play the part, be my fake fiancé until I get this guy off my case.”

  “I get it,” Kina said with a smirk. “That ring got my attention the moment you sat down.”

  I smiled, looking at it again. How I wished it was real, but that wasn’t what mattered right now.

  “How is it working so far?” Kina asked.

  “I think it’s working,” I said. “Tyler hasn’t phoned me or texted me since the incident at the condo. It’s only been a few days though, so we’ll see how it goes, but I’m hoping.”

  “You should update your social media accounts, set your status as engaged wherever you can. It will make it seem more legit,” Kina suggested. She was the PR manager, after all.

  “But it’s a lie,” I said.

  Kina shrugged. “All or nothing, honey.”

  She was right. I had to sell it if I wanted Tyler to believe it. And if I was going all the way with it without Kyle, in the end, getting rid of Tyler was what I’d wanted all along.

  “I think I might just do that,” I said. “What will your parents say, though?”

  Kina shook her head. “Don’t you worry, I’ll handle that. I’ll let them know what’s going on. You handle yours.”

  I was relieved to have someone on my side the way Kina was. I had always liked her but spending time with her again tonight had only reminded me again of how amazing she was. I guess it ran in the family.

  When dinner was over, Kyle and I drove home.

  “How was it?” I asked. I glanced at him, his face lit up at intervals as we passed street lights.

  “It was alright,” he said. “I wasn’t in the mood to go out but it wasn’t so bad. I guess I’m just tired.”

  I nodded. It wasn’t the right time to ask about it so I wouldn’t push it, but I was sure it was more than fatigue, more than not being in the mood to socialize.

  “I spoke to Kina about Tyler,” I said. “She knows what we’re doing.”

  Kyle nodded. “Yeah, I guess she should know.”

  “She suggested I update my social media to make it seem real. How would you feel about that?”

  Kyle thought about it for a moment before he nodded. “That makes sense,” he said. “Let’s go all the way with this. If we can get this guy off your case it will be for the best. The sooner the better.”

  I smiled and turned my head toward the passenger window. I was a lucky woman, able to do this with someone who cared about me as much as Kyle did. Not only was it a good feeling to be taken care of, but I had enjoyed seeing old friends again, spending time with the people I had made so many memories with.

  “I enjoyed tonight,” I said. “Thank you.”

  Kyle reached across the stick shift and took my hand. “I’m glad,” he said.

  We drove the rest of the way in silence. This would sort itself out. As soon as we got home I would update my Facebook status and post something on Twitter. I would sell it, making sure it was on all the channels Tyler was no doubt watching. And maybe, hopefully, he would leave me alone.

  I was sick and tired of being watched by this guy. Two years had been more than enough. I wanted it over and done with, now.

  I wanted to spend time with Kyle while I still had it, I wanted to see Kina while I could and I wanted to enjoy my freedom.

  So far, so good.

  Chapter 15

  Kyle

  When I got to the office on Wednesday, Loui was in my office.

  “You’re sitting in my chair,” I said.

  “And you’re engaged. Tricia told me she saw it on Facebook. Is it true?”

  I stifled a groan. This was for Maya.

  “Yes, it’s true,” I said.

  Loui looked surprised. “I didn’t even know you were dating. You have no life.”

  I raised my eyebrows at him.

  “That came out wrong,” he said. “I mean, you spend more time working than anything else. I didn’t even realize you had a girlfriend.”

  I ignored his stupid comment, trying to curb the irritation that often accompanied any interaction with Loui.

  “We kept it a secret,” I said. “Personal reason.” It was what Maya was telling everyone, too. “Now that we’re engaged we thought it safe to make it public.”

  Loui grinned and finally stood up from my chair. He walked over to me and clapped me on the back.

  “That’s amazing, buddy. Congratulations. I checked out her Facebook profile. She’s hot.”

  “Isn’t that a privacy violation?” I asked.

  Loui shrugged. “If it’s on the net it’s on the net, dude. What am I supposed to do? It’s right there to be looked at. It’s kind of like a naked woman. You’re not going to undress her, but if she’s already naked you’re going to ogle.”

  “That was a fucked up analogy,” I said.

  Loui laughed. “I guess it is. But you get what I’m saying, right?”

  I nodded. I understood what he meant. And I realized how easy it was for Tyler to keep tabs on Maya. I doubted it was as straightforward as reading something on Facebook, I was sure he put more into it, but he had been quiet since the engagement had been announced so it was working. And I was relieved for a change that the information was out there. It had been a good call to put it on Facebook.

  “I have to go,” Loui said, glancing at his wristwatch. “Got a client coming in ten minutes. Congrats again.”

  He left my office and I sat down behind my desk. I was engaged as far as everyone knew, so the story had worked. Perfect. I thought about what Loui had said about Facebook and opened it. I saw the notification of the status change and I clicked on Maya’s profile. I hadn’t looked at it since college, since I’d been trying to forget she existed at all.

  Loui was right, she looked hot in her profile picture. But there was one thing wrong with the status update, the notification. It
wasn’t real. A part of me wished it was. I had meant to propose to her before everything in my life had fallen apart. Where would we have been now if I’d gotten married to her instead of breaking up?

  That evening, I got a call from Kina. Again. Was this ever going to stop? It was as if because I had said yes to one thing, they assumed I was okay with everything now and they could keep right on going.

  As if the awkwardness last night hadn’t been enough of a sign that nothing was okay.

  “Who is it?” Maya asked when I rolled my eyes at my phone. We sat together in the living room, me on and couch and Maya with her feet tucked under her in the armchair.

  “Kina,” I said.

  Maya frowned. “So, answer it.”

  Right. That was the right thing to do, after all. I wasn’t in the mood to talk to my sister, though. Chances were she was going to invite us somewhere and I’d had such a good day. Maya and I were spending time together, work was going well and Tyler hadn’t made a peep since Maya had come to stay with me. I didn’t want something to ruin that for me.

  I pressed the phone to my ear.

  “Do you have a minute?” Kina asked.

  I wanted to say no. “Yeah, sure.”

  “Great. The Dolphins are doing a get-together tomorrow night, an appreciation event.”

  “What’s that?” I interrupted. It sounded stupid.

  “It’s an event where we’re pulling everyone together that makes it happen for the team and appreciate them. It’s not a difficult concept, Kyle.”

  I sighed. “Alright.”

  “We’re doing the event and it would be great if you and Maya joined us. It’s a formal event and we’re doing it down with dinners, speeches and everything.”

  I shook my head even before she’d finished explaining.

  “Look, it’s a little short notice. I don’t think we’ll be able to make it. Sorry.”

  Kina hesitated. “You keep making a big thing of this.”

  I shook my head. “Like I said, it’s short notice.”

  We ended the conversation because there was nothing else to say. Was I being a dick? Probably. But I was sick and tired of forcing a smile and being polite when I wanted to be angry and bitter. I was tired of agreeing to family events or football events because I had an obligation. I wanted them to leave me alone.

  “What was that?” Maya asked.

  “An appreciation event for the Dolphins and everyone who makes it happen for them. Tomorrow night.”

  “You declined,” she said.

  I nodded, looking up at her.

  “I don’t understand.”

  “It was short notice,” I said. I didn’t know what else to say. My excuse was pathetic, I was aware of that.

  “But we’re not doing anything tomorrow night. Are you doing something?”

  I shook my head. I thought about lying, but what good would that have done?

  Maya was silent long enough that I knew she thought it all over carefully. That was always dangerous with a woman, they found loopholes and reasons that men never thought about.

  “You know, I’m technically a part of the team,” Maya said. “What if I wanted to go?”

  I pulled up my shoulders. “Didn’t they send you an invite?” I was picking a fight. I knew that but I couldn’t help it. I had dug myself into a hole and I could only make it worse unless I was willing to apologize. Which I wasn’t because I was entitled to my feelings.

  “I believe that was what Kina just did,” she said, and she was right.

  There was nothing I could say to that. So I stayed silent. Maya shook her head,

  “I don’t know what your problem is, but this is ridiculous,” she said. “Are you going to keep being an asshole like this?”

  “What?” This was escalating and I didn’t want it to. I hated when people called me an asshole. Even if it might be true.

  “You’re ruining this for everyone,” Maya said. “I don’t know what your issue is, but you’ve been weird about Liam and Kina and everything they try to do. I’ve tried to pull it apart, to see it from your side, but I don’t get it. They don’t seem to have done anything but be good to you, even if you throw it back in their faces every time. What is going on, Kyle?”

  I shook my head. “You don’t know the half of what’s going on my life.” I was getting angrier. “It’s easy for you to sit there, looking in from the outside and preaching to me about how I should act, but you don’t know what my life is like now.”

  “And whose fault is that?” Maya asked. She was right. “You dumped me before I could be there for you with whatever it was that was so terrible in your life. And you haven’t let me in, since. We might be living in the same house, we might be pretending that everything is fine, but that’s all we ever did.”

  “You asked me to pretend,” I said.

  “Yes, pretend to be my fiancé. But the rest of it? I didn’t want you to pretend to be someone else, or to hide who you really are.”

  I shook my head. This was spiraling out of control. She punched me with her words, backing me into a corner and I couldn’t fight back because she was right.

  “What’s going on?” Maya asked. “What the hell is your problem?”

  I kept shaking my head. “I don’t want to talk about it,” I said.

  “Why not? You can’t keep pushing me away forever.”

  “Yes, I can,” I said. “We’re not really engaged. We’re not even dating. I don’t owe you anything.”

  Maya recoiled. I regretted the words the moment they left my mouth, but it was too late. They were out there and damned if I was going to apologize. I was right, wasn’t I? This was bullshit. I didn’t have to explain myself, to defend myself. If I wanted to be the way I was, that was my choice.

  “You’re right,” Maya said, and her voice was soft and low. I knew that voice, I had heard it many times in our relationship before. It was the voice of a woman who was done arguing. It should have made me feel victorious, but I knew better. I knew that when Maya stopped trying, there were worse things to come.

  Maya stood up from the armchair.

  “Where are you going?” I asked.

  She shot me a deadly stare. “We’re not really engaged, I don’t owe you anything,” she said coldly and left the room. A moment later, the door to the spare bedroom closed.

  I hoped she would come back out so I could talk to her, so we could fix this. I’d fucked up, I knew that. I had said shit I shouldn’t have. Yes, we weren’t really engaged, but it had been wrong to use that as any kind of leverage. I should have spoken to her about what was going on, or politely told her that I preferred to keep it to myself. Instead, I had said the one thing I shouldn’t have.

  When she didn’t emerge from the bedroom, I realized I had to go to her. I had to apologize. It wasn’t my strong suit, but this was Maya. I cared about her and I felt like shit for what I’d said.

  I knocked on her door.

  “What?” she asked.

  “Can I come in? I want to talk.”

  “It’s your apartment,” she said, and she sounded distant and switched off. I opened the door, expecting to see Maya on her bed crying or something. Wasn’t that why she had escaped into the bedroom?

  But, instead of being a damsel in distress, Maya was packing her bag. She didn’t look liked she had cried at all.

  “What are you doing?” I asked.

  “I’m leaving,” she said. She looked up at me and her brown eyes were flat, her face expressionless.

  “What? You can’t.”

  Maya shook her head. “In light of your last comment, we both know you have no right to say that to me.”

  “No wait, I mean I don’t want you to go. Can’t we talk about this?”

  Maya sighed, zipping up her bag.

  “That’s what I was trying to do,” she said. “I think it’s better if I go. We need some space.”

  She hoisted her bag onto her shoulder and pushed past me, walking through my apart
ment to the front door. I trailed behind her, panic grabbing me by the throat.

  “Don’t go, Maya,” I said, and I sounded pleading. Maya didn’t respond, she didn’t stay. She opened the door and left, walking right out into the night. I wanted to call her back, to run after her, to do something to prevent her from leaving. But I knew Maya. I had dated her long enough to know that when she walked away it was because she wanted to be left alone, not because she was dramatic and wanted me to run after her, begging. I used to love that about her. Now, I knew it meant she wanted to get away from me.

  And I hated that.

  I stood in the doorway for the longest time before I finally closed it and turned around to face the empty apartment. Well, shit. I was alone again.

  Chapter 16

  Maya

  I went through the motions because what else was there to do? I had been here before, felt this pain before. This time, I had been the one to walk away, to call it quits. But it still hurt the same.

  Training should have been my go-to salvation. It should have been the thing to pull me through when Ben & Jerry’s and crying over Rom-Coms didn’t. I’d always been able to process pain through hard training.

  But today, my heart just wasn’t in it. I was distracted. Kyle and I were over and I was having a hard time processing it. How could I have been so stupid? How could I have fallen for him, fallen for his charm and his looks when he still had the capacity to hurt me the same way? I had no idea what was going on with Kyle. That was the problem. He wouldn’t let me in, he wouldn’t share his life with me. It was a repeat of the past when he had broken up with me without even giving me the reason. Something had happened for him to shut me out, but even though years had passed and we had both grown up, nothing had changed. Kyle was still leaving me on the outside.

  I guess I couldn’t really expect him to open up. After all, we had never been officially together. Like he said, he didn’t owe me anything.

  The cheerleaders finished their training as the Miami Dolphins came out of the locker room. I picked up my bag and walked toward the locker room when the football players stepped in front of me. When I looked up, it was Liam.