I used to love being at airports. I used to love going on trips, not knowing when I'd return. But this little getaway? It's giving me anxiety. And I didn't even know I was capable of getting anxiety. Never have I ever been in this situation: in an airport bathroom, throssing cold water in my face, calming myself down before I get on a plane for a measly four hours.
Then again, I've never been in this situation. And I feel pathetic to seek out a person who's been out of my life and clearly doesn't want to get back in touch with me again. Edward Cullen is not a chaser, yet it's exactly what I'm doing right now.
Chasing my big brother when he's been gone from our family for so long. I don't even know what I'm looking for…Or why I'm going to Colorado. I've never even been there. And I have no clue on how to actually find Emmett.
But I may just be able to find someone who knows him. I'm guessing there aren't too many Emmett Cullens in Boulder.
"Edward Cullen…"
"Lauren Mallory? What are the odds?" I shake my head, looking over the tall blonde in stilettos and a powder blue pantsuit. I haven't seen her since college.
"How are you doing, Edward? I heard about your dad…fucked up, man. I'm so sorry he's dragging your family's name through the mud." Lauren Mallory, the Mallory Inc. Heiress is the first one to actually say she's sorry about it. There's no added drama, no pity, no photographer.
"Thanks…it's been rough, to be honest. I lost everything…" I start, hating the way that all sounds now that I've said it out loud.
It's fucking pathetic.
"So, where are you off to?" she asks me, pearly white smile and giant blue eyes staring right through me.
"Gonna go stay at my brother's for a while. Kinda had it with New York," I lie.
"Wow, that's nice!" Lauren says. "I haven't seen Emmett since our freshman year at Harvard! How is he?"
"Married," I chuckle. It's sad to say that's the only thing I know about my brother right now.
"Ah, all the good ones are nowadays."
I look down at her left hand. No ring.
"What about you?"
"Definitely not married after my fiancé ditched me for one of his clients. She wanted new tits but I guess it was buy tits and get the doctor for free."
Yikes.
"Wow, fuck. That's tough."
"Mhm," she disregards. "I have to go, Edward. I'm headed to Glasgow, business venture. Hit me up on socials sometime. I'd love to catch up when I'm back in the city," she smiles.
"Sure," I wink. We used to hit each other up quite often. I think catching up might just be a metaphor for a good fuck.
I'm so wound up I could drag her to the bathroom and fuck her then and there. My next lay is way overdue.
