Chapter 162
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(Lily POV)
“Actually….”
“Actually, what?”
“My mate may have said that and much, much worse to me in the past,” I said sadly.
“You met your mate already?”
I nodded.
“Who is he? Where is he? What happened? Why are you here and not with him right now?
I laughed. “Relax, Charlotte. One question at a time. James is my mate.”
WHAT
“Who else did you think James was?”
“Your boyfriend or some wolf you had a crush on. I don’t know. I did not really think about it.”
I shook my head. I think most wolves would have easily figured out the relationship between James and I
during the phone call in which James got upset about the dress I was wearing. The fact that Charlotte
did not put it together highlights the disservice her parents did to her by living a more unorthodox lifestyle.
in the human world.
“So what happened between you and James?” Charlotte pressed.
“It is a very long story. We formally rejected each other, but we are friends now and
“You are not just friends with him, Lily,” Charlotte interrupted, clearly not believing me. “Even I know that
much.”
Irolled my eyes. “We are mostly
still working that out.” just friends right now. Who knows what the future might hold. We are “Is that why you came to Ravenswood?” “Kind of. Not really. It is complicated.” I could tell Charlotte wanted to ask me more questions, but I was far too tired to talk about it, so I went to the kitchen and grabbed my phone. I came back to where Charlotte was and started looking for information about Derek Ab bott. Within a few minutes, I found exactly what I was looking for. It turned out that one of the most powerful sports agents in the world -Miguel Santos- had recently opened a posh gym in Ravenswood. The grand opening v was Monday (the same day as James and Sheila’s wedding), but they also had a week of pre- opening events leading up to it to which multiple celebrities and athletes had been invited. That is likely why Sergio, Derek, and Cody had all been in town and at the bar last night. I showed my phone to Charlotte. “The blog says that Derek will be at the grand opening party on Monday. Maybe you could go and talk to him? I am sure the team owners were invited to the event, and you could either go with them or they could get you the invite directly.” “Will you go with me?” Charlotte asked. “I can’t; I am sorry. I agreed to work a double shift at the girls’ home. That is the day that James and Sheila are getting married, so I wanted to be distracted.” “Your mate is marrying someone else on Monday?!?!!!?” Oh, cr ap. I really am tired. I did not mean to say that last part out loud. “No. I mean, yes. But, no. But yes. It is complicated.” “Un-complicate it.” I “I am too tired. We can talk after I take a nap.” Charlotte gave me a look, but she thankfully accepted my brush off and stopped asking questions. Instead, she began to scroll through the blog that I found about Derek. She started to read and click on various articles that had been written. She paused several times as she went through the information. She got excited each time she saw. something positive posted about Derek: -“Oh, look! Derek donated money to human cancer research!”
-“Look, Lily! He went to a children’s hospital and handed out replicas of his race car to the sick kids!”
-“He won the Grand Prix three times in a row!”
—“This article predicts that Derek will be the richest driver in the world within the next two years!”
Unfortunately, for each positive article, there was a negative one that upset Charlotte. And, of course, by negative, I mean any article that linked Derek to another female.
By the end of Charlotte’s internet sleuthing, that seemed to be her primary take-away.
“How dare Derek call me a sl ut when according to these articles, he has slept with half the models and
actresses in the United States!”
“Charlotte, please calm down. The media does not always get it right. Please just go and talk to him on. Monday. Keep an open mind and make a decision from there.”
Charlotte groaned. “Urrrrrrrrrghhh. Fine. I will talk to him. Are you sure you cannot go?”
“I am sure. It is not my scene anyway. My type is definitely not-famous.”
Charlotte pouted a little, but continued to scroll through my phone. This time Charlotte was looking for
more information about the grand opening party on Monday.
Suddenly, she froze.
“Um, Lily… you said that Daisy is living with some Antonio guy in Spain, right?”
“Yes, that is what they told me last night.”
“You might want to read this…”
Charlotte handed my phone back to me. On some entertainment blog-not the one I had originally been
looking at the article talked about the gym opening and all the celebrities that had been invited. Then,
almost in passing, the article included this paragraph:
“Rumor has it that Miguel Santos’ younger brother Antonio will also be in attendance. Antonio is the
owner of multiple reputable -and not so reputable-exclusive strip clubs across Europe. Unfortunately,
sources say
that Antonio’s ever-recluse baby mama Daisy will not be in attendance, citing the need to
attend a long-awaited family reunion on the West Coast the same day.”
What, the. F&&k
Surely this was just a coincidence. There had to be more than one couple named Antonio and Daisy that lived in Europe with a pup that was known to the sports’ community… right? And even if it was not, the family reunion that Stephanie/ Daisy was going to could be anywhere…
“Or it could be West Mountain,” Rose linked me. “You need to alert James.”
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