Maybe Liam was right. I don’t condone the cheating, but maybe we are too young to make a lifetime commitment to one another. We basically grew up together and have no comparison to what we want in a mate. I followed him blindly thinking he was my future—and our love would survive. I should have learned from my parents’ relationship that ended in divorce. The countless relationships my mother pursued after that always ended the same. The men never stayed. The grass was always greener with someone else eventually.
I don’t know how long I have been sitting here watching life pass me by before I get a text from Jordan.
Jordan: Where r u?
Me: Leaving now. I had to stop by the library.
Jordan: Okay see u when u get here. I ordered pizza.
Me: K
Okay so I lied, but I needed time alone to think. Jordan has been great and I hate to be the Debbie Downer. I know I have been an emotional mess since the breakup.
Walking through the door of our condo, I see that Angie and Bailey are visiting. The girls have made margaritas and are in full gossip mode. Angie offers me a drink, but I decline. I am so not going there.
“Bailey’s birthday is in three weeks and we have decided to all go to Drai’s Hollywood,” Jordan states. “She has reserved VIP access, so there will be no waiting in line to get in.”
“It’s going to be awesome It’s swanky and classy- a nice change of pace, so we can let our hair down for the night,” Bailey adds.
“Sounds like fun,” I offer. Jordan looks surprised. I know she was expecting to meet resistance from me, but to be truthful; I’m ready to try a different approach to life. I’m ready to be one of those people having fun. I wonder if he will be there. He is her brother. What brother would miss his sister’s birthday celebration? Do I want to see him there? Why? To be rejected again. No thanks. I don’t need another sting like that. The girls discussing the need to buy something special to wear pulls me out my reverie. I’m going to go broke hanging with these girls and their constant need to shop, but it is all part of my plan for the new me.
THE REST OF the week passes with me ignoring the concerned looks by Professor Michaels and avoiding Liam. Friday, I meet with the girls for some shopping. My goal is to find a scorching, sexy dress that will be an instant self-esteem booster and I find one that will be perfect.
After a day of shopping, Jordan mentions she and I are heading to Bailey’s house for dinner. Her parents are back and she wants to introduce us. I hope Professor Michaels will not be there, but I keep this thought to myself. Bailey introduces us to her mother, Vivian, and her stepdad, Ben. They insist we call them by their first names and are very welcoming. I can clearly see the similarities passed to Bailey from Vivian and as well as those passed to Professor Michaels from Ben. Their likeness is astounding. Ben is a sexy older version of his son and gives a hint at what he has to look forward to when he gets older. Vivian is a beautiful petite brunette like her daughter, but more poised. We all head to the dinner table; the place setting is impressive. The dining area seats twelve, and when we are seated, I foolishly let myself believe I have dodged the professor bullet. No such luck. He arrives with Vanessa on his arm; she looks stunning as ever in a sheath dress that hugs her like a second skin. Professor Michaels is dressed casually in faded blue jeans and a black fitted tee. He makes casual look effortless and sexy. God, I hate that he is so hot.
“I am so glad you could make it dear,” Vivian says approvingly. “We would have had to let Grayson have it if he did not bring you to dinner tonight. We need to catch up. Let’s do lunch at the country club this week. I’ll call you with the date and time.”
“Certainly. I look forward to it,” Vanessa replies.
I look at Professor Michaels, but he is avoiding eye contact with me.