Chapter thirty-three

Life was a roller coaster.  It peaked.  It sunk.  It was even making Abbey feel sick.

She spent her days working at the diner.  She spent her nights with Sloan working on their book.  She was finally able to sort out all her scraps of paper and piece the story together like a puzzle.  As she confidently completed a page Sloan took to his easel, sketching her words into a visual form with pencils and chalk.

Abbey was still cold to Sloan on Monday.  By Tuesday the ice began to break.  By Wednesday he made her smile.  By Thursday she was too excited to relate something that had happened at the diner to give him the silent treatment.  By Friday they were laughing, talking – even chasing each other around the penthouse like children.

The Saturday came.  Sloan dressed to impress for his night club hopping.  Abbey curled up on the couch at the coffee house too infuriated to concentrate on her book.  On Sunday they were back to square one with Abbey hardly able to be in the same room with Sloan and Sloan eventually retreating into his office.

They had played this game for three weeks.  Abbey was emotionally drained from it.  And it was once again Saturday night.

Abbey stood from the couch and walked to the nearest bookshelf.  She poked through the selection of books until she found a romance, a bodice ripper with the illustration of a half naked man and woman lusting over each other on the cover.  A romance.  Just what she needed right now with her heart in the shape it was in.

Abbey slumped back onto the couch.  She tugged her drooping pajama pants back up her hips.  Yes, she was in her pajamas in public.  It was her thing to do – it made this place that was already so cozy like snuggling with her favorite blanket.  And with the clientele that frequented the office shop she almost fit in.  She was thankful for the draw string on her pants.  They barely fit – they were too big.  Before Miami they had fit like a glove.  Abbey didn’t realize just how little she had been eating in the past few months.  She didn’t take as much for granted anymore.

She sighed deeply.  Maybe she should be truthful with Sloan about how she felt.  However Sloan was rich and powerful.  He was incredibly sexy.  He was charismatic and very persuasive – Abbey knew that personally.  Those beautiful women she saw on Google were the type for him.  He had no use for a naïve, poor, plain girl like Abbey.

Abbey felt tears burn her eyes.  She pushed the earbuds of her MP3 player into her ears and turned on the music.  She forced herself to dive into the book.


About triciaandersen

I am the author and illustrator of the children's book "The Peculiar Princess". I am also the author of two adult fantasy romance novels, "The Sorceress of Savon" and "The Woodcutter King of Muladin". Along with being an author I am married to a wonderful guy and have three beautiful children. I coach youth track and field, sew and chase my children around to their various activities.

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