Girl of the boss

ses her fingers from mine. She turns to face me on the bed and looks at me. I pull her hand up to my mouth and kiss the palm. "Do you think you would have married her?" I laugh a

er to my bed and sits down, avoiding eye contact. "We need to talk." Her gaze sends a chill down my neck. I've never seen her so worried. I sit down on the bed next to her, bring her hand to my mouth, and kiss her. "What's wrong? Are you okay?" I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear just as her tears start to fall. I wrap my arms around her and pull her into my chest. "Vaughn, what's wrong? Tell me." She doesn't say anything. She keeps crying, so I give her a break. Sometimes girls just need to cry. When the tears finally start to stop, she straightens up and takes my hands in hers, but she still doesn't look at me. "Will..." She hesitates. The way she says my name, the tone of her voice... My heart starts to panic. She looks at me, but she can't hold my gaze and quickly turns her head away. "Vaughn?" I say hesitantly, hoping I'm misinterpreting things. I put my hand under her chin and force her to look at me. The fear in my voice is clear as I ask, "What are you doing, Vaughn?" She looks almost relieved that I've seen through her intentions. Then she shakes her head. "I'm sorry, Will. I really am. I just can't do this anymore." Her words shock me to the core. This? She can't do this anymore? When did we become this? I don't answer. Anal, what could I say? She senses my shock, so she squeezes my hand and whispers again, "I'm really sorry." I pull away and stand up, turning my back to her. I run my hands through my hair and take a deep breath. Suddenly, the anger that's been building inside me is accompanied by tears that I don't want her to see. "I didn't expect any of this to happen, Will. I'm too young to be a mother. I'm not ready for this kind of responsibility. She's really going to do this. She's really breaking up with me. It's only been two weeks since my parents died, and she's going to break my heart again? Who does this kind of thing? She's not thinking straight. It's just shock... that's all." I turn to face her, not caring that she can see how much this is affecting me. "I didn't expect this either," I say. "It's okay, you're just scared." I sit down on the bed n