Chapter 0147
“That’s so weird,” Daniel whispers, all in a rush, and then copses back onto the bed.
| smile at Daniel,ughing a little, but then myughter fades as | look carefully at the dress in my hands and wonder...well,
wonder if | maybe got too used to this. Maybe | haven''t thought enough about how weird this actually might be.
As | study the dress | consider that Kent controls pretty much every aspect of my life now. He decides what | wear, what | do all
day, where | go, where my moneyes from, where my sister and my father live. And while I''ve epted a lot of that as part of
living under a mafia boss''s roof and enjoying the luxury of my situation...is this really what | want for my life?
I sigh, tossing the dress onto the bed, looking at it. It’s a delicate, pretty thing - where was Kent imagining me going in that
dress?
Did | want to go there?
I shake my head.
“Okay, Daniel,” | say, pping my hands and making him groan at the noise. |ugh and move to the side of the bed, shaking his
shoulders and making him wake up. “Go away! You''ve outstayed your wee! Leave me alone so | can get changed!”
“No!” He shouts into the pillows,ughing too. “I want to sleep! Leave me be! You just get changed — | won''t look.”
“Get up!” | shout,ughing and grabbing a pillow, which | start hitting him with. “I''ll see you in twenty minutes at breakfast,zy.”All rights ? N?velDrama.Org.
Daniel grumbles his assent and climbs out of bed, stretching and yawning. | see him eye the white box as he heads for the door,
and then he brings his eyes to mine, curious. | just shake my head. “You don’t want to know, Daniel.”
“You''re right,” he murmurs with a sigh. Then, he blows me a little kiss, heading next door to his own room to get ready. He pulls
my bedroom door shut behind him.
As soon as he closes it, | move to my wardrobe, my mind made up.
Even though | just said that I''d meet Daniel at breakfast, | actually have no intention of doing that. | pull some of my riding clothes
out of the back of my wardrobe, as well as my shiny ck boots. Then, | hastily get ready for my day, eager to get to breakfast
before anyone else does.
Or, more urately, past breakfast, and to the garage.
Because today, | have no real desire to hear what Kent has nned for me in that blue and white dress. Today, | want to do
precisely what it is that | want to do. And today, | want to see my horse.
Forty minutester, after sessfully evading everyone but Jerome, who | made give me keys to the car, | pull up to the stables
just as the sun ising up. | park the Lexus in the spot closest to the barn doors — the one usually left open for Kent. But today,
| decide, it’s for me.
| give some of the workers a happy smile as | rush down the aisle to Heathcliff’s stall, pulling open thetch to the door as | beam
at my pretty boy.
“Hey, handsome,” | murmur to
Heathcliff, who gives me a happy
little whinny and huffs atsryboe)
ering fora sion ob ige him,
pulling a sugar cube from my pocket
that | snatched from the espresso
bar when | snuck into the kitchen for
just one sip of coffee before | ran for
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“Did you miss me?” | softly ask my
horse, scratching his forehead
they working chy hay down his neck.
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And then | take the little box of
grooming tools off the shelf at the
top of the stall and ehtawouO""!
shing heathbi’s coat until it
shines and braiding his mane. | take
my time with it, relishing the feeling
of having all day to do this, to do
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But also, a little thrilled at the anticipation that...Kent isn’t going to like this.
That I’ve defied him, again. Avoided him, again.
And that | have every expectation of seeing himter, all pissed off at me. Worked up into a fury.
Just how | like him.