Avoiding Responsibility (Avoiding 2)

Her heart was pounding in her chest and she tried to swallow but was unsuccessful. Her mind went to the worst possible place causing her to cough and sputter in horror. How could he do this to her? She had thought he was a nice guy and all along he had been playing her the fool. She felt like an idiot.

"Lexi, please calm down," Ramsey said sliding a hand through his hair.

"How can I calm down? Look at her," she muttered unable to control herself.

Ramsey sighed heavily. "Lola I need to handle this. Can I meet you later to finish discussing the details?"

"Of course darling. Anything for you love," Lola purred before stepping over the threshold and exiting the office.

"This isn't what it looks like," Ramsey said immediately.

"No?" she asked taking a deep breath to steady herself. She owed him at least the chance to explain himself. Her past had jaded her against this very scenario. "How come I've never heard about her before? Yet, she seems to have heard about me."

"Uh…it's hard to explain," he told her scratching his head thoughtfully.

"Well try," she commanded plopping down into one of the chairs.

"To put it plainly, Lola is my business partner."

"Oh yes, and what type of business do you run exactly Ramsey? You still haven't told me. We've known each other for six months and yet I still have yet to find out what it is exactly that you do. Where do you spend all your time? How do you have all this free time to just do nothing? Are you just living off of your trust fund?" she muttered the last question in frustration and immediately regretted it. She hadn't meant to ask that, but deep down she had always wondered if it was true.

"Wow," he breathed. "I'm just going to assume you're a bit distraught." Lexi lowered her eyes to the ground feeling kind of terrible that she had blurted out all those questions at once. "I do not live off of my trust fund. In fact, I've barely touched that money. Sure for special occasions I tap into it, but I try to live on my own."

"Is your Maserati a special occasion?" she asked bitterly.

He smiled despite himself. "The Maserati was a birthday present which is precisely why you have never seen me drive it."

"Oh," she said her mouth popping open again.

"You know what?" he asked. "I think it might be better if I just show you what I do. You might not understand if I just explained it."

Lexi gulped unprepared for this. "You sure she's just your business partner?"

Ramsey's smile lit up her insides. He was so magnetic. Something about him just turned her body to mush when she looked at him. Not only was he incredibly handsome, but he had a certain charm, a certain charisma that she just couldn't get over. And when he looked at her just then, she knew that she had been irrational. She had acted impulsively out of fear. Too long had she become accustomed to a life of secrecy that she assumed anything suspect was just that…because it always had turned out that way in the past. When she looked at him, she knew that he was hers and no one else's in that moment.

"Alright, where are we going?" she asked a cautious smile forming on her face.

"That's more like it," he said drawing her to her feet and kissing her tender lips. She leaned into the kiss letting her hands twine through his short blond hair. His arms wrapped around her slim waist pulling her body flush against his own

Someone clearing their throat in the doorway made them jump apart in surprise. "Don't let me interrupt anything," Bekah cooed leaning against the door frame. Her shoulder length hair was perfectly styled with choppy bangs covering her forehead. She wore a black skirt suit over a blood red tank top with matching black heeled boots.

"Hey Bek, what can I do for you?" Ramsey asked pulling Lexi closer to him more for her support than for his own.

Bekah strolled in the office putting one foot in front of the other as she walked. The smile she wore was devilish, and Lexi could see the wheels turning in her mind. She looked as if she was ready to pounce. "Well I came over to ask you about some paperwork on my desk."

"Why would I help with that?" he asked coolly.

"I was hoping that you would reconsider your position in the company. I could always use your expertise," she said taunting him.

"Right well I'm not reconsidering," he told her flatly.

"Yes well, I figured as much. When I got over here, I couldn't help overhearing," she said still walking slowly towards them.

"Is there a point Bekah?"

"Of course. I was just surprised to hear, since Lexi is now your girlfriend. Well actually, I was surprised to hear that she's your girlfriend," she said crossing her arms and stopping a few feet from Ramsey. "Why haven't I heard about this? Why haven't any of us heard about this?"

"Really, it's none of your business," Lexi spoke up for the first time not needing the support Ramsey was offering, though she did appreciate the gesture.

"Everything that happens here is my business."

"Well it's a good thing I'm not here, isn't it?" Ramsey told her.

Bekah smiled cheerfully. "Right that brings me back to my other point. Thank you for reminding me. I was surprised to find out that you still hadn't told Lexi about your whores."

"Whores?" Lexi asked glancing up at Ramsey. She didn't want to be taken in my Bekah's tactics, but the look on Ramsey's face was murderous. What she had said had hit home.

"Thank you Bekah," he said her name as if he wanted to spit. "I think you've helped enough. You can see yourself out, yes?"

"Wait you mean she doesn't know about them?" she asked completely ignoring his request. "I mean since you spend all of your time with them, I thought that she should know. I saw Lola leaving so I figured you had to have told her."

Lexi gulped not wanting to continue this conversation with Bekah in the room, but she couldn't help herself. "What is she talking about?"

"Nothing," he grumbled glaring at Bekah.

Bekah chuckled to herself seemingly enjoying Ramsey's discomfort. "Oh Ramsey, why don't you just give it up?"

Lexi realized for the first time since Bekah had walked into the room that this wasn't actually an attack on her. Bekah's motivations were to hit Ramsey. She didn't know what she was saying about whores, but she wasn't going to let Bekah do this. She knew how she worked now, and she was smarter than that. She would find out eventually what Bekah was talking about, but she didn't need to know what it was about just then. She needed to be there for Ramsey, because it looked like she had been thrust into the middle of some age old sibling dispute.