Me: Paislie Pruitt—Dallas PT
Shoving the phone into my back pocket, I turned to Dalton. “There isn’t anyone in my bus is there?”
Dalton frowned. “Yeah. A hot little number Tom said you had fun with earlier. You know I don’t care what happens after the race, just not before it Malcolm. I need you to stay focused.”
Before walking up to start the interview, I hit his chest and said, “It was a moment of weakness . . . I know your rule. Get rid of her, would you? I’m tired and just want to pull out after this.”
Dalton pulled his head back in surprise. “Um . . . okay. You sure?”
With a pat on his shoulder, I grinned and said, “I’ve never been more sure.”
SLIPPING INTO THE LIMO, I slid as far over to the other side as I could. Trey sat down and looked at me. “How in the fuck did you know Malcolm Wallace, and why didn’t you tell me you knew him?”
Narrowing my eyes at him, I decided to turn this conversation around. “Who were you talking to earlier? Before we got to the track, after you gave me an orgasm?”
His eyes filled with something I was very used to seeing. Deceit.
“It was no one. I told you.”
“Trey, as much as you probably don’t believe this, I’ve got good intuition and I call bullshit. Who is she?”
He swallowed hard before laughing and trying to blow me off. “I have no idea what you’re talking about, Paislie. You’re being paranoid.”
We sat in silence as the limo drove back to Caesar’s Palace. When we pulled up to the front and the door opened, I stayed in my seat. Trey looked back at me with a confused expression.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m going to the airport.”
His eyes grew angry. “Get the hell out of the car, Paislie. This is crazy.”
Looking down, I took in a deep breath and slowly blew it out before glancing back up at him. “My father dropped me off at an orphanage when I was eight years old, and every time he came back into my life I hoped it was because he wanted me. It never was and I quickly learned in life to tell when a man was lying to me. You see, my father’s been doing it for years. Please send my suitcase to my house.”
Trey stood there staring at me with a stunned expression. “Paislie, please let me explain. She’s just a girl I’ve been dating off and on and—”
Holding my hand up, I said, “Stop. I don’t need your excuses, Trey. I need you to please make sure my stuff is sent to me.”
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sp; He closed his eyes and nodded as he pushed the button to roll the privacy glass down. “Please take Ms. Pruitt to the airport.”
Trey took one last look at me before taking a step back and shutting the door to the limo. He didn’t even try. Just like that . . . he let me go. I tried to ignore the pain in my chest. Even if I didn’t care for him, it still hurt.
He was found out and did what they all do. Walk away.
The moment the limo pulled away, I let my tears fall as I stared out at the Vegas lights zipping by.
I hate men.
The knock on my office door pulled me out of my thoughts. Turning from the window I was looking out, I called out, “Come in.”
Stephanie, the receptionist, came walking in. “Your appointment at four canceled. And Trey called again.”
I rolled my eyes and walked over to my desk. “Did you tell him to go fuck himself?”
Stephanie covered her mouth and giggled. “No! But if you really want me to, that might be kind of fun.”
With a slight smile, I shook my head. “I don’t think the other patients would take that very well if they heard you tell someone that.”