Faking It with the Silverfox: An Enemies to Lovers Best Friend's Brother Romance by Ruby Wilde

Author:Ruby Wilde [Wilde, Ruby]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: anonymous
Published: 2023-03-24T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

Slade

A whole two weeks had seemed to pass by in a blur of documents and whiskey.

My mind was a twisted jumble of emotions that were so entangled I thought they might never work themselves out.

I went through the cottage, top to bottom if only to try and understand my family better. Or maybe I was trying to understand myself better. There was nothing there, and I was stuck at square one once again.

The cottage was still full of my things. I was surprised my mother hadn’t sold my belongings in a garage sale as soon as she could. I guess that wouldn’t have been very posh of her. My clothes were dusty in the closets, and there was a water cup on the side table by the bed that was long dried up and discolored by the sun. It looked as if no one had been in the space since I left. I refused to believe it was too painful for them. Maybe I embarrassed them, so they chose to act like I never existed at all.

The cottage didn’t feel like home to me, but then again, neither did the main house. Besides that, Amelia was in the house. I was really trying to figure my own shit out before I tried to figure out hers. She was tough to decipher, and I wasn’t sure if I was ready to try. I had only seen glimpses of her in the last two weeks. I saw the look on her face, though, and I knew she must’ve assumed I was avoiding her.

It was more complicated than that though. From what I knew, Amelia and Katie had been spending all their time together, catching up and going into town to buy Amelia a whole new wardrobe. Katie said everything she brought was “atrocious,” but I hadn’t noticed her looking bad once. It was good that they were reconnecting and if anything good could come from our mess of lies, maybe that would be it. Still, something in me missed her so damn bad.

Today was one of those days that I really, truly wished that I could just get drunk and sleep it off. It felt like it was one of those days where I just drowned my sorrows and my frustrations out of my system by getting completely and totally wasted. I really couldn’t though. Get drunk, that is. I thought that getting drunk would just make everything worse for me. I didn’t need to lose control and feel things when I was already too emotional, to begin with. The last time I had gotten completely, blackout drunk had been a few days earlier when Katie called to tell me that our father had dies.

I woke up and drank more the next day. After that though, I decided that it wasn’t helping and I chugged a black coffee before I decided to come back home after years away.

I was sitting in one of the chairs by the fireplace, and the embers were burning low and orange.

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