Playing Favorites_A Reverse Harem Romance by Scarlet West

Author:Scarlet West [West, Scarlet]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: 3.8
Published: 2019-03-20T04:00:00+00:00

12

Kelsey

Sunday passed in a sort of confused haze. I called my mom in the morning and told her all about my job. I studiously avoided mentioning anything about relationships or romance. If I knew my mom even half-well, she’d read between the lines and not ask me any questions. She didn’t.

After breakfast—Daddy had already had breakfast and was walking with some friends, or so Rochelle told me—I called my friend Greer.

“Hey,” I said cheerily. “You want to go shopping later?”

“You serious?” Greer sounded ecstatic. “My oldest and dearest friend comes back to town and asks me if I want to go out? You bet I do!”

I laughed. We agreed to meet up at the mall at eleven.

I felt better after hearing Greer’s voice—the weird uneasiness of the last week melted in the old familiarity of its sound.

I don’t know why I’m letting all this stuff bother me, I thought firmly. I might as well just let things go as they will and stop trying to regulate everything.

I headed out to the mall, purposefully setting my uneasiness about the evening, and meeting Donnell, aside.

“Kelsey!” Greer almost shouted when she saw me. I blushed and grinned, holding out my arms so she could embrace me. In high-heels and a lace-trimmed dress, with her long limbs and skinny body all vaguely uncoordinated, she could have been twelve. Except for the big eyes, which showed signs of tension at their edges when I leaned back to look at her face.

“Greer,” I smiled, feeling real fondness well up in me. “It’s been too long. How are you?”

“How am I?” she asked, shaking a dark-haired head fondly. “How are you, Kell? Let’s go sit.”

We found a place at our old favorite coffee place. I sat down opposite her and it felt like the years had all disappeared and we were at college together, gossiping about boys and complaining about grades and hockey practice.

“So,” she frowned. “How’s everything?”

“Peaceful,” I said, raising a shoulder vaguely. I wasn’t ready to discuss the realities of my return home with Greer—not yet, anyway. I was fairly sure she’d be shocked by my adventure.

“Well, that’s great,” Greer nodded. I noticed she looked a bit tense. I didn’t want to remark on anything, though—not yet. Greer was a very private person and I knew not to rush her into confiding things.

“How’s everything with you?” I asked once we’d ordered some coffee.

She let out a long sigh. “Stressful,” she admitted. I waited and she continued. “It’s work, mainly,” she said. Greer was a tax lawyer. I could understand how stressed she was right now.

“Yeah?” I asked, making my posture relaxed and open. I sensed she had something else to tell me.

“Stressful,” she said again. “And Bronson isn’t helping.”

I frowned. Bronson was her boyfriend, as far as I knew. “Oh?”

She blinked, and I realized she was about to cry. “He can be so mean and undermining,” she said. “I mean, it’s hard enough to have stress at work, but when he starts picking on little things, like how loudly I talk or whether or not I remembered to buy soap, it’s just too much.

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