My Best Friend Saved Me, Then Stole My Fiancé And My Wedding Chapter 08

My Best Friend Saved Me, Then Stole My Fiancé And My Wedding Chapter 08

My plane touched down in Ravenport.

Someone was already waiting to take my suitcase.

A guy around my age smiled and held out his hand.

“Miss Whitmore, welcome. I’m Wesley Hart, one of the regional managers here.”

I shook it.

“Nice to meet you. I wasn’t expecting someone so young in management.”

He flashed a charming, boyish grin.

“That’s quite impressive for someone your age. The higher-ups went through a lot of trouble to get you here.”

“Glad you finally said yes.”

He wasn’t exaggerating.

They’d sent me nine offers.

The first time, Reid had just promised me a better honeymoon.

I turned them down. I didn’t want to leave.

The second time, Reid promised me a new house.

I said no again. I couldn’t imagine being that far from everything.

The offers kept getting better.

I turned them down eight times. Every time, it was because of Reid.

The ninth time, I finally said yes.

Wesley smiled.

“The rest of the team told me to give up after the eighth rejection. They were sure you’d never come.”

“I pushed for one more try. Didn’t think you’d actually say yes.

“Everyone at the office is giving me credit now. You’re my good luck charm.”

I smiled,

“You’re mine too. If you hadn’t sent that ninth offer, I wouldn’t be here.”

He laughed.

“Well, here’s to a fresh start.”

I smiled and nodded.

Wesley wheeled my suitcase to the car.

We talked the whole ride.

The company was massive. The company provided corporate housing for its executives.

Wesley gave me a sideways look.

“I heard you like growing flowers. So I grabbed the house with the biggest garden before anyone else could.”

Something in my chest shifted.

The apartment I’d shared with Reid used to have a garden like that.

I’d filled it with roses.

When Sloane moved in, she said roses were outdated.

She had them ripped out and replaced with sunflowers.

Then she complained about the heat and stopped watering them.

The sun did the rest. The whole bed turned to cracked dirt.

I stopped growing flowers after that.

I didn’t think anyone remembered.

And here was Wesley, saving me a piece of ground that was just mine.

The warmth caught me off guard.

“Wesley, that really means a lot. Thank you,”

His ears went pink when I said his name.

“Don’t mention it. By the way, last time you turned us down, you said you couldn’t leave your fiancé and your friends behind. What changed?”

My smile slipped,

Wesley caught himself immediately.

“Sorry. You don’t have to answer that.”

I shook my head.

“It’s okay. I don’t mind.”

I told him everything.

When I finished, Wesley gripped the steering wheel tight.

“Those people are insane. And you let them walk all over you.”

Watching him get angry on my behalf made me laugh for the first time in days.

“I wasn’t naive. I just loved him.”

“Love?”

Wesley frowned, like he was turning the word over in his head.

I didn’t explain. I just smiled.

“You’ll get it someday.”

He studied me for a second. Then he smiled.

“Yeah. I think I will,”

“I’m looking forward to it.”