Little Doll: Queens of Chaos 1 by L.J. Findlay

Author:L.J. Findlay [Findlay, L.J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-11-28T06:00:00+00:00

Xanthe

The rain was sluicing down in great buckets of water, just as though I had turned the shower on, and my hair was sticking to my face. Drowned rat didn’t even cover it. I had spent the day finalising the things I needed to get and even though I hadn’t managed to source the correct smoked salmon, and it had been too late to order the fois gras from the provider in France, everything was just about sorted. Needless to say, India had mentioned several times, whenever I ducked back into the office to juggle the mountain of office-based tasks I also had to complete, that this would have been completely possible had I decided to grace the office with my presence on Monday. Fuck her. Thank God Jaz wasn’t around. She would have wound me up so badly that I would have done something unforgivable.

Anyway, the day from hell was finally over and I was struggling to get to Pimlico tube station, weighed down by bags of indulgent ingredients, desperate to get home and dry. Just as I was approaching the mouth of the tube, every cliché girl nightmare happened, and no it wasn’t my bags of overpriced luxury cascading down the steps, although that would have been equally distressing. This was far more basic.

Xander’s messy blonde hair, darkened by the rain was a mere few paces in front of me. There was no mistaking his familiar build and the navy blazer I had given him at Christmas last year, a present to celebrate the first year of our adulting and grown-up jobs. He worked for some fancy hedge-fund so I thought it appropriate to get him a nice blazer, of course with parental help as I definitely didn’t have the funds for something that he would consider suitable.

Anyway, the sight of him caused me to trip and stumble down memory lane rather than do something productive about avoiding him because, as mentioned, every cliché girl nightmare is to run into their ex, especially when rocking the drowned rat look. I wanted to see him when I was at my most bad-ass bitch rather than when I was the actual bitch, carting around shopping bags. Fuck life.

I attempted to veer right, to hide behind the corner and wait until Xander had entered the tube but no such luck. As if some kind of sixth sense was guiding him, he paused and turned around, his eyes lighting up in recognition at me.

“Xanthe,” he greeted me in exhaustion.

“Hey, Xander,” I replied, cursing the shopping bags that were hindering any chance of escape.

“For God’s sake you’re soaked, let’s get on the tube and have a chat, yeah?”

I considered. It wasn’t ideal to be trapped in a metal tube with him with no escape options but I figured, as it was the tail-end of rush hour at 7.30 p.m, there should be enough witnesses to stop him from creating a scene, attacking me or even kidnapping me. No, I was not being dramatic and yes that would 100% be sanctioned by the families.

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