"It’s going to be fine," Lexi tries to reassure as we stand outside of the Finance & Legal BNC building.
After I’d had a small ltdown, Lexi talked into going down to the office to see if I could pick up the package, but by the ti we’d gotten here, the offices were closed. I am going to have to wait until tomorrow.
"Fine?! I sent a dildo to my new job. A job where my father works." Two n in suits pause and glance our way at my outburst. I’m making this worse, and I pray they don’t work here. I cover my face with my hands, but Lexi grabs my arms and pulls them down.
"The package has your na on it. It’s going to be fine. When you co in tomorrow, pop into the mailroom and grab it. People aren’t going to open your mail."
"They might." It happens sotis.
"They won’t," she tries to reassure . I know logically she’s right, but that doesn’t help my anxiety.
"I never should have ordered it."
"No way, we’re not doing that. There is nothing wrong with you getting sothing for self-care." She links her arm with mine as she leads away from the building.
"You’re right." I take a deep breath and try to calm my nerves. It’s all going to be okay, and I’m probably freaking out over nothing. Lexi’s phone starts to go off as we head back toward campus, and she pulls it out.
"Shit, I forgot I have a study group. You want to co to the library and hang?" she offers, not wanting to go back to our dorm room and stew over this by myself. It doesn’t matter if I’m in the library or our room. I’m still going to worry even if I tell myself I’m not.
"Nah, I want to finish a paper and then read." Reading will help pass the ti until tomorrow. There’s nothing better than falling into a story to forget the ss of your own life for a few hours.
"Are you sure?"
"I’m fine. The package has my na on it." I repeat what she told , hoping that if I say it enough, it will beco the truth.
"You’re so full of shit." She bumps her shoulder with mine. "I shouldn’t be too long. I hate group projects."
"I’ll be fine," I tell her. "See you back in the room." We hug before we part ways when we reach the campus.
Digging in my bag for my key, my phone starts to go off. My stomach drops when I see it’s my father because he doesn’t call often.
"Hey," I say, answering the call.
"Getting excited for tomorrow?" I let out my breath at his question. So he’s not calling because he found a dildo at the office. How is this my life right now?
"Super." I realize when I say it that I have more sarcasm in my tone than I’d intended to.
"Piccola, this is a big opportunity for you," he scolds , making feel like a brat. He’s right, but it’s not one I want. I hate how much my life is out of my control right now.
"Sorry."
"Rember you’re a representation of ." I close my eyes. My father might disown over this dildo, and it’s almost laughable.
"I know."
"Good, now how are things going with the sorority?" He changes the subject, but it’s not one I’d like to discuss either.
"They’re going." I try to keep my tone chipper.
"It might be too much for you to take on. I’m not sure this sorority is a good thing right now."
"So you’ll talk to Mom about it?" Finally soone is agreeing with .
"I’ll see what I can do," he says after a long pause, and I’m not holding out hope. What Mom wants, Mom normally gets.
"Thanks." I scan my keycard to get into my building. "I guess I’ll see you tomorrow?"
"Yes, I’ll see you tomorrow, sweetheart," he says before ending the call.
My father is a tough nut to crack. Both my parents are really. I know they love , but it’s not a word that’s often said. Everything is always so structured and laid out. There’s no room for to relax or be myself with them. It sucks.
I tuck my phone back into my purse and take the stairs up to my floor. I freeze when I enter the hallway to see four girls standing in front of my door, but what catches my eye is the handso man in a suit that they’re all surrounding. He towers over all of them, but they’re circling him like he’s the last cupcake in the common room.
As if he’s possibly sensing my stare, he turns his head my way for a brief second, and our eyes connect. There’s just that quick mont before he starts to turn away again, but then he suddenly jerks his eyes back to mine, doing a double-take. I stand there with my feet planted to the ground as I stare at the greenest eyes I’ve ever seen in my life. I’m unable to move, and my heart gives a flutter as everything else fades away.
Who the heck is this man?
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