Echoes of Unrequited Love

Chapter 43

Wallis quickly scoped out that Frank hits the links every weekend.

At Lake Golf, a low–key yet swanky golf club.

After huddling with Wallis, we decided to stage a chance encounter.

Come Saturday afternoon, we rocked up to the course bright and early, lying in wait.

It was a hot minute before we spotted Frank, fashionably late, rolling deep with his entourage.

Wallis and I exchanged a look, then she strutted over with her club in hand.

“Mr. Bishop, fancy seeing you here again.” Wallis put on her CEO charm, all polite and stuff.

Frank paused when he heard her, his gaze lingering briefly on Wallis before flitting away, cool as a cucumber, like he couldn’t place us.

One of his buddies couldn’t resist a dig. “Man, you’ve got that love charm. Works wherever he goes.”

His look at me and Wallis was so blatant it bordered on rude.

Guess he figured we were gold diggers.

I brushed it off, stepping forward. “Mr. Bishop, with your busy schedule, no wonder you don’t. remember President Lott. Looks like President Lott’s wish isn’t happening today.”

I let out a sigh to drive it home.

That got Frank’s attention, his curiosity piqued as he gave Wallis a once–over.

Wallis scratched her head, awkward as hell, then glanced my way.

I chimed in, “No sweat. President Lott. We can always hit the green with Mr. Bishop some other time.”

Wallis quickly agreed, “Guess we’ve been twiddling our thumbs for nothing these past two

hours.”

hers looked. like they were always telling a story. Right

were having a field day. One piped up. “Look, no offense, but Mr. Bishop’s golf game

a flourish, “I wouldn’t be so sure

Frank finally chimed in, cool as

on anyone.”

literally held her breath,

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whispering. “Don’t sweat it. Winning or losing doesn’t matter

we’d snagged a

out Walls could hold her own with a club.

was trying to impress her loaded ex, she went all out

in

yeah, by the end of the game, with the sun dipping low,

caddy, shot Wallis a glance, and said with a hint of respect. “That birde by

sunk a handful himself.

up. “We’ll have a

gallery teased, “Mr. Bishop, she’s asking for a second

Walls and I had names,

a smile, his gaze suddenly landing on me, “Why didn’t you bring Darren

everyone giving us that knowing

want to bug him.” I

a long game, you must be tired. If you ladies

eyes, and in unison,

club wasn’t just

was changing, Wallis and I shot the breeze

up Hogan, griping about

a thing for some college girl Been chasing her like a man possessed,

in “You don’t get it, man. It’s all about that fresh college vibe. It’s a different story in the

his sentence before the others burst out

head down took a swig of my drink.

enough” Frank cut in