My Forever Is You, Book 1: ReunitedBy: Ashley Blake
I leaned in toward Amy and lowered my voice. "Amy I asked him if he loved this girl."
"Oh my gosh! How did you get the nerve to do that?"
"I have no idea. But he didn’t answer me." Disappointment was written all over my face.
"I knew it! He still loves you! If he loved her he would have said so. You guys are going to live happily ever after! I'm so happy for you!" She reached out to give me a hug but I stopped her.
"Hang on, hang on. It's not that simple."
"What do you mean? He didn’t say that he loves her so that means he still loves you, end of story."
"No, there's something different about him. I can't quite put my finger on it, but he told me that he's not the same person that I knew 10 years ago. He told me that he's always in control."
"What's wrong with that? I would love for a man to control me, at least in the bedroom anyway." She laughed as she winked at me.
"I don't know. Something in him has changed."
"Well whatever it is Lauren, just go with it. Don't let him get away this time."
We had name cards at our tables and I was seated with Amy, Jake, Adam, Jake’s fraternity brother Paul, Arianna Covington and a few other people. Arianna was probably the most arrogant person I had ever had the displeasure of meeting. She was the sole heir to the Covington Real Estate fortune. Her family, like Jake’s family, also had a building named after them on our university campus and she’d had a crush on Jake since freshman year. Their families were friends and back in college she always tried to bring that up in conversation as if that would make Jake like her more. I will never forget the time I went with Jake and his family on vacation for the first time and we stayed in a villa next to the Covington’s. The look on Arianna’s face when she saw me was priceless. She thought she could sink her claws into Jake, but he only had eyes for me.
“Oh great, we’re stuck with that moron at our table.” Amy glared across the table at Arianna. She’d never liked her ever since she literally bumped into Amy the second week of classes freshman year. Amy was crossing the quad with an arm full of books, on her way to class, when Arianna bumped into her causing Amy to drop all of her books. Arianna just glanced at her and kept walking. She didn’t even apologize or offer to help her pick them up. When I saw what happened I rushed over to Amy to help her pick everything up:
“Thank you so much. That girl is such a you know what. Does she think that she owns the campus or something? I can’t stand arrogant people like that. Anyways, thanks for helping me pick up my books. I’m Amy.”
And that is how our friendship began. Amy has been my best friend ever since.
Back at the dinner table Amy was shooting Arianna nasty glares.
“Don’t let her get to you Amy, she’s not worth the energy.” I didn’t want that to ruin Amy’s night. “At least Paul is here. That’s good, right?” I tried to keep my comments to a whisper.
“Right, Paul is good people.”
Jake was looking our way and I could tell he wanted to talk. “So Amy, I see commercials for your product all the time. Congratulations on your success.” He sounded genuinely happy for her.
“Thanks Jake, it’s been a crazy ride.”
I could see Arianna seething with jealousy. We knew that Amy’s success ate her up inside. Our alumni newsletter ran a full page story on Amy’s success years ago and a local newspaper approached students from Amy’s class for a comment. Arianna happened to be one of the people they approached and her words about Amy were less than kind. She insinuated that Amy did not go to our school and that her product was a direct copy of another famous shapewear brand. Amy had a few choice words about Arianna at the time but she only shared those with me. I told her to forget Arianna and to focus on building her brand, which she did. Arianna was a nasty person and not really welcome at our table by me or Amy. Remembering the awful things she had said back then brought back my feelings of disgust for her so I had to rub Amy’s success in her face just a little bit more.
“Arianna, did you see that Amy made Forbes’ list for the top 50 female entrepreneurs seven years in a row? That kind of exposure is priceless. Isn’t it just so amazing that we went to college with such a successful, smart, beautiful, self-made woman?”
Amy choked on her water a little bit as she held back a laugh at my over the top description of her.
“I knew there was a reason I liked you,” Amy whispered to me.
Arianna flipped her hair over her shoulder, looking as if she could hardly be bothered to speak to me. “Hmmm, no I missed those editions. I remember some newspaper asked me about a girl I went to school with who created girdles. I don..” Amy stopped her right there, her eyes piercing a hole through Arianna’s eyes.