Lily's Mistake(2)By: Pamela Ann
I don’t know if I should be happy or cry a freaking dam of tears to that news. Drake Tatum used to be the center of my universe. He was my first love and the first man I ever made love to… as well as the very same man who walked away like I was diseased the very day after he took my virginity.
Drake’s two years older than me which means he’s now engaged at the age of twenty-eight. Isn’t that a bit early for a well-known ‘man whore’ to marry?
Oh yeah, Drake’s long line of women are quite known around Hollywood. He dates up and coming actresses, models, musicians and so forth, his notoriety is legendary. He’s working alongside his father. After spending a lot of his time studying in Columbia, then staying around New York after he graduated. He comes to Los Angeles periodically from what I’ve gathered from my mother and Patricia. Not to mention, what I know from Google… I couldn’t help searching for the man every once in a while.
“…would that work for you, Dear?” my mom, Hope, asks. Both women looked at me like I had the answer for salvation.
“Huh? Sorry my mind went off somewhere…” Yeah, somewhere that shouldn’t have Drake in it. He’s the epitome of a player; an insensitive jerk and a two-timing prick to boot! The absolute worst of the worst.
“I was asking if you would be Drake’s personal assistant for a while. His recent one just quit because his fiancée, Shannon, drove the poor girl crazy.”
“Me? I don’t want to work with Drake. He and I hate each other for crying out loud!” Everybody knows it. I haven’t even laid eyes on him since I was eighteen and I want to keep it that way.
“Please, Lily, my son’s future is on the line here. All I need for you to do is report to me about Shannon and make her a little jealous.” Patricia stops me before I can object. “I’ve met her and she’s nothing but fake. I know you and Drake don’t get along; however, please, can’t you do this? Hugh and I are desperate here.”
“Even Hugh hates her?” How is that possible? Hugh loves everyone, as long as they’re not against him in the business arena; he’s all hugs and kisses.
Patricia nods. “Will you do this for us honey? You’re like a daughter to me, Lil. I would appreciate it if you could lend us a hand.”
Man, she used the ‘you’re like my daughter’ line. How can I say no to that? If I ever had a second mom, it would be Patricia. I did grow up with them treating me like I was their own. Hugh and my father became close over the years as well. My father’s death when I was seventeen only made our bond with the Tatum’s even stronger.
I finally concede. “Okay, I’ll do it for you and Hugh.”
Patricia gets up and hugs me. “Thank you, Lil! I knew I could count on you!” She kisses my forehead and squeezes my hand before going back to her chair.
“Now all you have to do is try not to kill each other before fixing this problem with Shannon, hmmm?” My mother quirks her dark eyebrows at me.
“We shall see,” I murmur.
I spend another hour with them, but skip the spa ritual that Patricia and Mom always indulge in after lunch; wanting to be alone. They do this once or twice a week and won’t miss me, anyway. My thoughts keep wandering around Drake; ever since Patricia mentioned him, I have been having a hard time getting him off my mind. Drake and I grew up together. We were inseparable and I worshipped the ground that he walked on from about the age of eight, I think. I suppose I loved him so much that I didn’t see any of his flaws back then. Even at that young age, Drake was already a handsome kid. His clear, grey eyes never failed to capture and hold me in a trance.
Everything changed the summer after I turned eighteen, though.
2Eight Years Ago…
Playa del Carmen, México
“Are you two sure that it’ll be okay for us to stay overnight in Cozumel without you?” Hugh asks both Drake and me.
“I don’t mind staying here; I want to go to the beach party tonight.” I smile at Hugh and Patricia.
I met this guy, Ricardo, last night at the local bar. He invited me to a beach party tonight and I’m so going. Drake was always talking on the phone to his new girlfriend, anyway; he’s been ignoring me mostly the entire time. We’ve been here for four days and he’s only asked me to swim with him once. ONCE!
Back in the day, he and I used to do everything together. I guess Columbia University changed him.
“We’re good here, Mom and Dad. You guys have fun!” Drake hugs each of his parents and they kiss him back before waving goodbye.
I miss my dad at the oddest times. It used to be all six of us vacationing here, but now it’s just four of us. Mom decided at the last minute to join her friend in Paris for a whole month. It’s only been a little over a year since my dad’s passing, but I still miss him like mad. I guess this hole in my life will stay there forever and I will never be quite the same.