Granting one last wish

Chapter 1 Becoming Abby

ABBY

Three years later…

I have to flex my neck a couple of times after hours of review for my finals tomorrow, and I feel drained. I study hard to get good grades and to make my parents proud.

I don’t have to go to college to get a job to pay my bills. I don’t have to work at all. My parents are loaded, and I can have everything I ask for. I can buy whatever I want, travel around the world, dine in the most expensive restaurant, spend summer in a yacht, drink the most expensive wine, and have the most luxurious penthouse in Manhattan or have the fastest car in the world, and date the world sexiest man.

My parents own the biggest hotel chains in the world, King Hotel chains, and Restaurants, and I’m the only heiress. My dad is Michael Aaron King, the best dad every girl can dream of, and Catherine Elizabeth King is the most beautiful woman and the world’s number one mom.

I don’t need an annoying private tutor because I excel academically. Yeah, I’m on my third year in college at Boston State University, two hundred and sixty-six miles away from home, away from my parents, and away from friends.

My life sucks! Just kidding.

I am with my roommate/best friend in an apartment that’s not world-class, but not that bad either. I don’t have a friend. I know it sounds pathetic, but whatever.

I met Andrew three years ago during my therapy. He’s also seeing a doctor who was just another floor down my shrink’s office. We met at the reception, and we clicked right away. I guess we have something in common.

“Hi, um, you’re seeing a doctor here?” he asks me shyly.

“Yeah. For a couple of weeks, you?” I answer and ask back with a little smile. Not all people are good at sharing that they are seeing a therapist, but why should I be ashamed of I if I need one.

“Dr. Peters.” He smiles.

“You?”

“Dr. Wallerman,” I tell in a low voice.

“Hmm. Rich people.” He scrutinizes me from head to toe. Dr. Wallerman is famous for her practice, and I don’t look like I can afford to pay a doctor like her.

“Excuse me?” I ask him when he raises an eyebrow.

“She’s like a celebrity doctor. I’m Andrew, by the way.” He offers his hand for a handshake. I hesitate, but he keeps his hand and waits for me to shake it.

“I’m Ma— I’m Abbygail. Please, call me Abby.” I shake his hand, and then we walk me out of the building.

“Sure, Abby. It suits you. Beautiful name.” He winks at me, which makes me blush. I don’t talk to strangers, and I don’t mingle too when someone gets close to me. The bodyguard Dad’s assigned will automatically shoo them away.

“Thanks.”

“I’ll walk you to your car,” Andrew offers.

I pause and face him. “Actually, I’m walking to a coffee shop.” 

His eyes widen as if he has an idea. “Would you mind if I tag along?

“I don’t mind at all.” 

“Good. Just only been here for a couple of weeks. I’m an ex-military, and you know this PTSD kind of shit. Oh sorry, I swear a lot. Used to in the military. How about you?” he says easily without a single flinch. 

I swear a lot? Not much,” I answer.

He laughs at me.

month ago, and I’m still in college,” I cut it short. I’m still not comfortable sharing that horrific night even to my Doctor. It takes a while, but I feel better that there’s someone who somehow listens to what

not ready. I completely understand. It took a while for me, too.”

“Soon, hopefully. Thanks.”

after my session. Andrew mentions that he crashes the couch of one of his friends, and he’s still

without even telling dad who was so pissed at me after that.

stranger live with you, and a man for God’s sake. I’ll talk to Howard later.

lip. Howard is going to lose his job.

check. He’s a good person, trust me.” I roll my eyes because he’s overreacting again. He thinks all the people around me are

want me to calm down? You are hundreds of miles away from me and your mom, and you want me to calm down? You’re living with a stranger

meet him and just give him

I would like to meet him, and if I don’t like him, he’ll be out of

smile widens. “Great. I’ll let him know. Thanks, Dad. I love

yet, and don’t thank me yet, young woman, and don’t tell him that I’m coming

I stop. My brows furrow. “And why

find out.”  He snaps.

pats my shoulder. And speaking of the

a few minutes already. You didn’t even notice me coming in. What’s with zoning out?” His

thinking about my exams tomorrow.”

You don’t have to worry about it. I’m sure you’ll ace your exams.” He gives me an enigmatic smile.

for dinner? Or would you cook for us tonight?” I follow him,

but not tonight.” Yeah, my best friend can cook. He could make something from scratch, and good thing, I have fast metabolisms otherwise,

already sitting on the stool, leaning his elbows on our granite countertop. I open our dark brown cabinet that matches the color of our cupboards.

pizza. How about you? What you’re gonna eat?” I take

Why bother the plates,

the fridge. “You still didn’t answer me. Why aren’t you going to have dinner with me? Going out with friends?” I sit beside him and

ivadet.” 

My brows

He didn’t look at

his mouth, my eyes grow big

best friend is dating. I mean, you start dating. That’s good news. I’m happy for you.” I put down

How did you two meet? When did you replace your condom in your drawer? I’m sure they’re expired two years ago. Do I need to leave before you come home? Or do I just need to pretend I’m sleeping and wear a headset?” I

getting laid tonight, Abby, and it’s our first date. Jeez, you’re far too excited than

yourself until the third date when you’re both attracted, duh!” I roll my eyes. 

just to have sex. Of course, when you’re serious about dating her, you can wait until you both are ready, so start on getting to know each other first.”

slice of pizza, and it’s nice to eat

their life so difficult. 

think sex like every seven seconds?” I inquire and laugh

I add, “So, you’re really serious with this one and not just a fling or maybe a one-night stand or a one week in

but not too serious. I didn’t even get a chance to meet anyone he dated, and that was

met her last week. She’s our new client. I happened to be the one who installed

didn’t meet his co-workers yet. He said they would just

eyes, with tail, and says I

He laughs again and sips his soda. See, he even laughs at my lame joke. We always choose

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