Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Leslie’s pov

I dreaded today. I just wish I could sleep forever and not have to get up, but I never got that luxury. I would be told I’m being lazy if I wasn’t up at dawn dressed and looking perfect. I did this every day of my life and it was just exhausting. I just wanted to be lazy for a day.

My parents would be flying back home for my engagement party to Mathew Neely. The man they think is perfect. If they only knew the truth about my perfect fiancé. They think we have the perfect relationship. That we are so in love. That was such a joke.

He has never once truly kissed me or touched me. He kisses me on the cheek or the forehead when we are around others like I was some little kid. He is out all hours of the night having sex with girls half his age. Why do I put up with it you ask? Well because I do everything anyone has ever told me to do. I’m obedient I guess you would call it. I know pathetic right?

Every second of my life has been planned out for me since I was born. I have never even picked out my own outfit before that’s always been done for me. My mother didn’t feel I could be trusted with that task. I really don’t know how to do anything for myself or, so everyone seems to think. They treat me like I’m a damn kid. I have no freedom.

Now here I am a week away from turning thirty and I’m still a damn virgin. I have never had any kind of fun and now I’m going to marry a man that obviously doesn’t want me. I mean he cheats on me every single day. That’s not love. That’s not even respect. I didn’t know what it was.

I covered my head and decided to be rebellious and stay in bed instead of getting up. No one would know any way. I rolled over and was about to get back to sleep when I heard my very loud and angry mother screaming down the hall. This wasn’t going to be good at all.

“Oh, Leslie why are you still in bed? Get up right this moment and put this on we have so many things to do.”

“Mother what are you doing here? I didn’t think you would be home until later. “That is no way to speak to me young lady.”

I rolled my eyes at the way my mother treats me like I was a child instead of a full-grown woman. She seemed shocked to see me being defiant. I was never like this. I always just went along with everything. I needed to watch my step with her.

“I’m sorry mother I was just surprised. How was your trip?”

“It was uneventful, but we got a lot of work done. Now enough with this idle chit chat we have a lot of things to do.”

And just like that my day was taken over and I was pulled a long like a puppet on a string. What I wouldn’t give to have the courage to just say no for once, but I knew I would never do that. I just wasn’t that confident. I was weak when it came to my mother. She had this power over me, and I hated it.

I hurried into the shower and got dressed in this God-awful outfit my mother had picked out for me. No wonder no men ever looked at me. I dress like an old grandmother with eccentric taste. I think my mother does this on purpose just to torture me.

I have never in my life worn jeans and a t-shirt. Nope it’s all long skirts, dresses, and suits for me. I always have to be professional never a hair out of place. Yes, I know such a boring life, right? I walked back into my bedroom and noticed my mom’s personal stylist was there to do my hair and make-up. Yes, I couldn’t even do that for myself my mother thought.

Once I was picture perfect I went down to my mother, so she could tell me what I would be doing today. Yes, even my days were planned out for me. To my surprise I had to spend all day with Mathew and not my mother. Which meant we both had to be on our best behavior. My mother seemed to wield this power over him as well and could get him to do everything she wanted.

Mathew was a very good-looking man. What made him so unattractive is the fact that he knew how attractive he was. That and he cheated on me every chance he got. I mean what the hell is wrong with me? Why not touch me instead of some cheap peace on the side that only wants him because of who he is. Was I that disgusting? Was I that unattractive? He really has shattered my self-esteem.

Now I get to spend the whole day with a man I actually hate but have to pretend that I’m in love with just to make everyone else happy. The only reason my mother and father set me up with him is because his parents and mine are joining companies, so they wanted to look like a united front. And what better way to do that then to offer them their only child.

My parents only cared about fame and money. Never about the people they have to hurt to get it. I wonder how I turned out so different from them. I grew up in a house with no love. I didn’t get any hugs and was never told they loved me. I don’t even know why they even had me.

My mother left once Matt showed up and told us to have fun but not too much since we weren’t married yet. I anted to throw up at seeing my mother throw herself at him. I sometimes wondered if he and my mother were having an affair with they acted around each other. I mean with them it wouldn’t surprise me one bit. They were just a little to close if you asked me.

“Look I really don’t have time to spend all day babysitting you I have work to do so can you manage to stay the hell out of my way for the day until we have to make an appearance at our engagement party we’re forced to go to?”

I looked at him and thought what the hell am I doing with this man then I remembered I had no choice. I used to cry myself to sleep because he didn’t love me, but now I just don’t care. I saw his true colors and didn’t like what I seen.

“Yea no problem. Um Matt I was wondering what the plans for my birthday is?”

“Stop calling me Matt my nae is Mathew and there are no plans. I will be busy with my parents and yours away at a very important business diner, so you are on your own.”

“Oh, ok um thanks I’ll leave you alone now just let me know when it’s time for us to leave.”

“yea now go.”

I went up to my room and laid on my bed. No one even cared that I was turning thirty. Did my parents even know my birthday was coming up? I’m sure they did, but they just didn’t care. I meant nothing to all of them. I admit it did hurt a little.

To me turning thirty was a big milestone, but to everyone else it was a big inconvenience. That’s fine. I have no problem spending my night alone. I was going to dress how I wanted. Go out to a place I choose and have fun for the first time in my life. Suddenly I was very glad that everyone would be too busy to care about my birthday because it was going to be one I would never forget.