wanted you too, surely there is more to this.”
“No,” she answered abruptly. “What I did in her eyes was unforgiving. I threw everything back at her and I deserve the door to be slammed in my face. I was right and they were wrong.”
“Oh is this the typical teenage tantrum? Look, why don’t you take a few days to gather your thoughts and write a master plan out of what you would like to happen and try and use it as a starting point?”
“And where am I supposed to live in the meantime? I have no money, no roof over my head, it’s impossible. Don’t suggest going back to my parents, they will not stand by me. I know them, you don’t.”
“Then you must keep trying and if you fail, we will look at plan B.”
“What do you mean plan B?” She asked baffled.
“Look, try talking to your parents again and if they really are not shifting, we will look at another plan.”
“What do you mean ‘we’ ?”
“Exactly that, I will help you.” He smiled at her.
“But where do I sleep?”
“I’ll sort that out, you just rest…and check out the menu, I am starving,” he added rubbing his tummy.
Kacey watched Calvin stand up and head out the pub wondering what on earth he was up too. Did she trust him? Did she want his help? She couldn’t believe he wanted to help her, why?
* * * *
Calvin had no idea what the hell he was doing. He walked into the car park pondering whether he should call the police, longing for someone else to take over the extensive mess he’d somehow found himself in. He reached into his jeans pocket for his mobile phone, contemplating to call the police and have her picked up, get her some serious help, but he feared for her and the baby, and what would happen to them not only that he had met a funny side to her too.
There was something in his mind calling out to him to help her. He saw his car and debated to climb in it and drive away as fast as he could, leaving her to deal with her own mess she had created. Clearly, she had been shameless. Otherwise, why would her parents turn their back on her, especially carrying a baby? But listening to what she had to say and how she got involved with a bad crowd, that could be enough to course any family break-up, or had she twisted the story about her parents to get sympathy?
He felt sick, there was no way he could take her back to his parents’ place, no way on this God’s living earth. She would take one look at the hall and see pound signs and lavish in his lifestyle, there was no way he was going to be brought into her having his wallet. Hell, he had learned that over the years of being used and abused for his assets. Yes, his family was wealthy. Yes, they ran a hall and several businesses. Yes, he had the lifestyle many people would dream about, but he never took it for granted.
Okay, Calvin told a few white lies, he wasn’t living with anyone or had flatmates back in London. He owned the place out-right, worth millions, but wasn’t about to admit that. He lied about not owning the car and about going to prison. The nearest he’d been to the building was a school trip having a guided tour, that was it. He never considered himself being a swot, but he was brought up to respect people, their values, views, and lifestyles and clearly Kacey had some really serious issues on these.
He walked over to his BMW and leaned against the front wing, folding his arms across his chest, wondering what to do. He took a deep breath. His mind was all over the place searching for answers. If he couldn’t take her back home, and she certainly wasn’t welcome at her parents’ house, what would be the next option? He rubbed his chin and rolled his tongue over his teeth, thinking hard.
“You okay, Calvin,” he heard a female voice.
He looked up and saw the owner of the pub walking briskly toward him.
He sighed and felt the warm sun on his face, forcing him to squint his eyes needing to put his sunglasses on.
“Yeah.”
“You