From Clingy to Independent- He Thought I Needed Him Until He Realized I Didn’t Chapter 10
After the ceremony, I went backstage to change
before heading to the reception dinner.
But there was a last–minute mess with the seating.
chart, and I got assigned to the kids‘ table.
A flower girl led me over and said in a tiny, sweet
voice, “My mom said any grown–up seated here is single.”
She pointed helpfully.
“That’s my uncle over there. You two can share your single–people wisdom.”
At a table packed with kids, one handsome man. stood out so sharply it was almost ridiculous.
He had a head of striking platinum hair, glasses with a thin silver chain draped from them, and an outfit that looked like he had just walked out of a street–style shoot at Fashion Week.
He was so aggressively trendy it was practically a health hazard.
Then our eyes met.
The air froze for a few seconds.
The platinum–haired man spoke first.
“So my great–uncle’s granddaughter’s cousin’s
wife is your best friend?”
I hadn’t expected my boss to be this wild off the
clock. I gave a dry little laugh.
“Mr. Sterling, what a coincidence. I guess six.
degrees of separation really is a thing after all,
haha.”
Cameron tugged at his clothes, then pointed at his
hair.
“This is only to avoid getting nagged about
marriage. It proves I’m still young.”
“Very young,” I said.
Then, remembering the five–figure transfer I had
missed out on, I ventured carefully, “Do I still have
any chance of earning that overtime pay?”
Cameron took off his chain–draped glasses,
revealing eyes that held that same half–smiling
look.
“Too late. My mom already yelled at me.”
I couldn’t quite hide the disappointment on my
face.
“But maybe next time you can.”
Then he changed course.
“My great–uncle’s granddaughter’s younger cousin
is getting married soon too.”
What followed was a crash course in Cameron’s
absurdly complicated family tree.
After that, the conversation started wandering
wherever it pleased.
From how to avoid turning into one of those
out–of–touch old–guard guys to getting chased by
dogs as a kid.
From how the cat at home liked to hide on top of
the chandelier to which item at the
convenience–store hot bar tasted best.
To my surprise, the Boy King was weirdly
down–to–earth.