I've made up my mind. Things between Colt, Daniel, and I are so good that we should be together. Not just for the summer, but in a real relationship. I want everyone to be happy; Daniel’s worked hard to ensure that everything stays afloat and all mom’s done is snort it up her nose… and then she disappeared I believe Daniel when he says that he can turn things around. If anyone can do it, he can.

And Colt's got a promising football career ahead of him. There’s no point worrying about his finances. Or his side of the finances, which mainly include the house. The only problem is that although we can put the house on the market today, it doesn’t mean that it will sell straight away. The whole process takes time. The best thing to do would be to get my family lawyer to sort out the paperwork.

"Hi, I’m here to see Mr. Williams," I announce to the blonde receptionist as she smiles at me. I didn’t even tell the boys where I was going; I told them that I was going to get my nails done.

I knew that both of them would want to come with me. Besides, I needed a break. There are two of them and they love taking turns. I’m only one girl, and as much as I love fucking them both, I’m not Superwoman.

"Mr. Williams says that he’ll be a few minutes. He’s running a little late today."

I smile as I think about how long he’s going to be. The boys will probably be sleeping and will have more energy when I get home. I don’t want to be out too late. Not today, because I could do with a little sleep myself.

"Would you like a coffee or something while you wait?"

Usually, I would say no, but today I need something to get me through the day. "I could do with some coffee."

She smiles back. "Okay, do you want milk and sugar too?"

"Yes, the full works."

"Been a long day?"

I wonder if the tiredness is showing on my face. I feel embarrassed that I’m only in my early 20s and yet I feel like a 40 year old already.

"It’s just the way you said ‘the works,’" the receptionist continues, reading the embarrassment on my face.

"Ah, yes it’s been a long day, and it’s only twelve in the afternoon."

She laughs, "Okay I’m going to get the coffee. You sit down there. You can read a magazine or something if you like."

She doesn’t wait for me to respond as she leaves quickly. I’m sure that she’s probably not supposed to leave her desk unattended for long periods.

I sit down and tap my phone on. I scroll through my apps, which has become kind of automatic whenever I'm sitting around. One minute I'm waiting, and then the next I'm either on apps crushing candy or flicking through pics. I’m a social media kind of girl and I like keeping in touch with friends. But with the way we're all glued to our phones, I’m waiting for an app to tell people to brush their teeth, go to the bathroom, and even wipe their asses. In fact, there’s probably an app that’s already doing that and people are probably already using it. It’s crazy the way that everyone’s obsessed with apps these days.

I laugh as I see the Zach post, "Holy crap! 100k likes!"

For better or worse, he’s popular now. Part of me wants to take it down. He was my boyfriend, even if he did cheat on me, and the longer this stays up, the more times I find out how many girls he slept with while we were together. Which is not healthy for me, and it doesn’t exactly help them either.

Either way, I have nothing to prove anymore and as I click on the delete button, I see a few hurtful comments, not only from Zach but his family members too. Some aren’t happy that I put a naked picture of him on social media. Especially his mom. Shit, if my mom cared maybe she would feel the same way if something similar had happened to me. Instead of wasting her life on drugs, she would've had my back, being there to protect me, hold me, and tell me everything was going to be okay.

I delete the post and feel like a better person for doing it. It was only supposed to be there for a day, not a week anyways.

I flick through a few magazines, none of them interest me and on cue, the secretary comes back with my coffee on a little tray.

"Thanks so much."

Then Mr. Williams opens his door; it’s as if everything is happening at once. "Karen, sorry to keep you waiting."

"No, it’s fine. Felicity was keeping me occupied."

Felicity smiles and then she answers a call. We both look at her for a split second, and then Mr. Williams says, "Come in. Bring your coffee with you."

I nod, "Thanks, I just got it." I quickly put the milk and sugar into the cup and follow him into his office. I look around like a little child in the candy store, wide-eyed and taking in his new decor.

"Wow, you renovated your office?"

He laughs, "Well, it needed some updating, and I thought that it was about time I caught up with the modern times."

He’s not joking. Before, everything in this room was antique, including the rug. Now, he has some modern statue in the corner of the room. I’m not really a fan of modern art, so I’m not even going to try and figure out what the triangle thing is or what the square pictures on the wall are supposed to signify. That’s one thing that I’m kind of old-fashioned about.

Anyway, I try and balance my coffee without spilling it while I put it on the glass table. If it were wood, then I wouldn’t worry about it so much, but because it’s glass, I feel as if I need to make sure that it doesn’t spill.

"I’m glad that you came to see me today. It’s been a while. You look so grown up. How can I help you?"

Mr. Williams has been our family lawyer for so many years. I remember when Dad died, he used to visit the house all the time. I remember coming to his office as a child with Mom. After Mom married Daniel he would drop by once in a while until Mom stopped being in the house and I stopped seeing him.

"Well…" I take a sip of my coffee, and then I realize that he’s sitting opposite me, just waiting for me to respond. I’m sure that he’s a busy man. "I was thinking that it’s been a year since Mom’s gone and we don’t know where she is, or if she’s coming back."

I wait for Mr. Williams to say something. Instead, it’s as if he’s frozen in time. I’m sitting opposite him, and he’s not even blinking through his glasses. So, I start talking faster and put the coffee down, which I’ve nearly finished. There's something about long silences that make me uncomfortable. "To cut a long story short, Daniel’s business is suffering, and he’s asked for some help. I have the money in the trust that the State froze when my Mom was on drugs, and I can help him. I just need to fill out the paperwork to get it done."

"Oh, I had a feeling that something was wrong. This is why I was going to call you."

"What made you think something was wrong?"

I'm still trying to internalize what he just said. Wow, I need to drink this coffee quickly. I’m half awake.

"Well, I wanted to make sure that you knew what was going on with the funds and to make sure that you were okay and not struggling with any money."

Why would he worry about that?

Mr. Williams continues, "There seems to be some confusion. It’s my fault; I shouldn’t have let him do it."

Now I’m the one who’s getting frustrated. I feel as if Mr. Williams is talking in riddles. What the hell is he talking about?

"It’s just that Mr. Morgan already been here to fill the preliminary paperwork for moving the trust out of unfrozen status and taking a lump sum payment. So it’ll make it a bit difficult if you needed any money for at least six months. He popped into the office without an appointment. Otherwise I would have called you earlier. Karen are you okay?"

I nod my head while suspending the coffee between my lips and my other hand. I was taking in everything that he had said, but it made no sense.

"When did Daniel come here?"

"Oh about two hours ago."

"Today?"

I can’t even comprehend what’s going on at the moment; it’s as if someone’s playing a sick joke. Mr. Williams seems perplexed and asks, "Did I say something wrong?"

I stand up and say, "Oh no, it's not that. As usual, you’ve looked out for my family’s interests since I was young and that’s never changed. I need to speak to Daniel and find out what’s going on."

He nods, "I think that’s the best thing to do. It seems that there’s some confusion. I know there is a big decision as to what to do – the State of California will only freeze funds for so long. If your mother truly has abandoned you, the State wants you to decide what to do with the trust money. Besides, as I said, you could fight the ruling. Technically Mr. Morgan and your mother - they’re married, but there is a way around it all. The money’s yours. All you have to do is take it. I can do the rest."

As he walks up to the door with me, I’m still trying to take in everything that he’s said, but I find it difficult. I can't process it. I feel as if I’ve been betrayed. I've completely open myself up to Daniel—even slept with him—and not once did he mention coming to see Mr. Williams.

"I’ll be in touch soon. I just need to figure out my next moves. The whole thing’s caught me by surprise." He does an odd thing and takes off his glasses. Something that I’ve never seen him do, even as a child.

"Let me walk you to the elevator."

I nod, because it’s obvious that he’s not going to take no for an answer.

"Sure."

We walk in silence and he presses the button once we reach the elevator. He says the one thing that he’s apparently been dying to say, "I’m your family lawyer. Not Daniel’s. If you need anything or have something that needs doing, I’m by your side."

His sincerity takes me by surprise. So much so that even as the elevator doors open, I can’t take my eyes off of him. There’s something about seeing someone without glasses that makes them look completely different. It’s as if they’re revealing their true self to you. This is how I feel right now as I look at him. He no longer sounds like a lawyer, but more like a friend.

I smile to him and say, "I can handle myself." I don’t shake his hand. Instead, I give him a kiss on the cheek. Maybe it’s crossing a line, but I don’t care. I walk into the elevator and say, "If there is an issue. I won’t hesitate to call. Thank you, Mr. Williams."

As the elevator door closes he says, "You don’t need to book an appointment, you can just walk right in."

Once he disappears out of sight, I pull out my phone and start typing a message to Colt. I need to speak to him first. Something’s completely wrong about this setup, and I feel that Daniel thinks that we’re complete idiots. No one takes me for a ride. To think that I was the one that told Colt that he was harsh on Daniel.

I hate being taken for a ride, particularly by a man who I gave my body to the previous night.