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.”

eyes of hers

no offense, but Mr. Bishop’s golf game

a flourish, “I wouldn’t be so sure about

a few then,” Frank finally chimed in, cool as you like. “But just so you know, I

on anyone.”

a serious aura. Wallis literally held her

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

a chance to talk

out Walls could hold her own with

was trying to impress her loaded ex, she went all out practicing golf. Among the weekend

in Frank’s

of the game, with the sun dipping low, Wallis was wiped but took

club to the caddy, shot Wallis a glance, and said with a hint of respect. “That birde by President Lott wasn’t half bad.”

sunk a handful himself.

all ried up. “We’ll

Bishop, she’s asking

Walls and I had

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

everyone giving us that

want to bug

be tired. If you ladies don’t mind,

and in unison, we were like. “Lead the

just

and I shot the breeze with some of the others.

casually brought up Hogan, griping about how he’s

chasing her like a man possessed, turning the

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

his sentence before the

swig of my drink. It tasted foul.

cut in “There are ladies present.”