clubs with them like we used to in New York.
We got to the first club on my list. It was a bar on the waterfront.
“Let’s take a picture with the Bay Bridge in the background,” squealed Amanda.
Amanda had brought one of those sticks that you can attach your cell phone to. As we were posing in front of the camera, three guys we didn’t know came up and jumped into the picture. Amanda snapped a few pictures of us.
After we were done taking photos, the guys asked if they could buy us a drink. Amanda and Emily looked at me. “You two can. I’d better not. My fiancee probably wouldn’t like it too much,” I said, showing them my engagement ring.
After they had walked away, Emily asked, “What’s wrong with letting a couple nice looking men buy us a drink?”
“Mark and I have agreed not to see anyone else during our engagement. I don’t want to break his trust.”
Amanda rolled her eyes. “It’s not like you’re really going to marry the guy...”
Maybe we weren’t ever going to really get married. Just thinking about it caused my heart to ache. I was in love with Mark Woodham. If only there was a way for me to find out whether he was in love with me...
“Come on,” I said. “Let’s head to our next destination.
I called the limo and a few minutes later, it pulled up in front of the club to take us to the next bar I had on my list. We could hear the music blaring as soon as we opened the limo door.
The nightclub was crowded. The music reminded me the club we went to my last night in New York. When our favorite song came on, we made our way to the dance floor. It wasn’t long before a few cute guys came over and started dancing with us. After the song ended, they followed us over to the bar and ordered us a drink.
We only stuck around a little while after that. Emily and Amanda were exhausted due to the time change. We headed home.
I made up the sofa-bed couch for Amanda and Emily. I was tired, too. After making sure they were set, I headed into my room. I put on my nightshirt and I think I fell asleep before my head hit the pillow.
Chapter 19
I awoke to a loud pounding on the door. Slowly, I got out of bed and put on my robe. I looked in the mirror and brushed my hair before heading to the door. Who could be here this early?
I opened the door. It was Mark.
“Good morning. What are you doing here so early?”
“Why didn’t you answer my texts?” he fumed, pushing his way inside.
Amanda and Emily were still asleep on the couch. I dragged him into my room to keep from waking them.
“What texts?” I asked.
“The ones I sent you last night,” he scathed.
I picked up my phone and saw that he’d sent me a few texts. For some reason, I hadn’t checked my phone earlier.
“Oh. Sorry. I didn’t notice you had sent any texts. We went to a couple of clubs last night. That’s all.”
“That wasn’t my question!” He shouted. “I asked you why didn’t you answer my texts? When I text you, I expect you to respond!”
“Amanda and Emily are still sleeping. Please keep your voice down,” I said, trying to get him to be quieter.
“I’m sure they are. God only knows how much alcohol the three of you consumed last night. Who is that guy you were with last night? We had an agreement.”
“What guy? I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
Mark pulled out his phone and showed me a picture of me and a guy on the dance floor.
“Amanda posted this on Instagram last night,” Mark said, pushing his phone in front of me.
I had no idea she had posted that picture.
“I have no idea who that guy is. He’s just someone who jumped into the shot while Amanda was taking our picture. I don’t even know his name and I most certainly didn’t go home with him last night.”
“Wasn’t it you who said that you don’t get involved with strange men you meet in nightclubs? Or is the problem that you just think I’m strange!”
“Mark, I’m not like any of your stepmothers.
We got to the first club on my list. It was a bar on the waterfront.
“Let’s take a picture with the Bay Bridge in the background,” squealed Amanda.
Amanda had brought one of those sticks that you can attach your cell phone to. As we were posing in front of the camera, three guys we didn’t know came up and jumped into the picture. Amanda snapped a few pictures of us.
After we were done taking photos, the guys asked if they could buy us a drink. Amanda and Emily looked at me. “You two can. I’d better not. My fiancee probably wouldn’t like it too much,” I said, showing them my engagement ring.
After they had walked away, Emily asked, “What’s wrong with letting a couple nice looking men buy us a drink?”
“Mark and I have agreed not to see anyone else during our engagement. I don’t want to break his trust.”
Amanda rolled her eyes. “It’s not like you’re really going to marry the guy...”
Maybe we weren’t ever going to really get married. Just thinking about it caused my heart to ache. I was in love with Mark Woodham. If only there was a way for me to find out whether he was in love with me...
“Come on,” I said. “Let’s head to our next destination.
I called the limo and a few minutes later, it pulled up in front of the club to take us to the next bar I had on my list. We could hear the music blaring as soon as we opened the limo door.
The nightclub was crowded. The music reminded me the club we went to my last night in New York. When our favorite song came on, we made our way to the dance floor. It wasn’t long before a few cute guys came over and started dancing with us. After the song ended, they followed us over to the bar and ordered us a drink.
We only stuck around a little while after that. Emily and Amanda were exhausted due to the time change. We headed home.
I made up the sofa-bed couch for Amanda and Emily. I was tired, too. After making sure they were set, I headed into my room. I put on my nightshirt and I think I fell asleep before my head hit the pillow.
Chapter 19
I awoke to a loud pounding on the door. Slowly, I got out of bed and put on my robe. I looked in the mirror and brushed my hair before heading to the door. Who could be here this early?
I opened the door. It was Mark.
“Good morning. What are you doing here so early?”
“Why didn’t you answer my texts?” he fumed, pushing his way inside.
Amanda and Emily were still asleep on the couch. I dragged him into my room to keep from waking them.
“What texts?” I asked.
“The ones I sent you last night,” he scathed.
I picked up my phone and saw that he’d sent me a few texts. For some reason, I hadn’t checked my phone earlier.
“Oh. Sorry. I didn’t notice you had sent any texts. We went to a couple of clubs last night. That’s all.”
“That wasn’t my question!” He shouted. “I asked you why didn’t you answer my texts? When I text you, I expect you to respond!”
“Amanda and Emily are still sleeping. Please keep your voice down,” I said, trying to get him to be quieter.
“I’m sure they are. God only knows how much alcohol the three of you consumed last night. Who is that guy you were with last night? We had an agreement.”
“What guy? I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
Mark pulled out his phone and showed me a picture of me and a guy on the dance floor.
“Amanda posted this on Instagram last night,” Mark said, pushing his phone in front of me.
I had no idea she had posted that picture.
“I have no idea who that guy is. He’s just someone who jumped into the shot while Amanda was taking our picture. I don’t even know his name and I most certainly didn’t go home with him last night.”
“Wasn’t it you who said that you don’t get involved with strange men you meet in nightclubs? Or is the problem that you just think I’m strange!”
“Mark, I’m not like any of your stepmothers.
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