Made For Me

Chapter 1

"Sweetheart, are you sure you have everything? Do you need to stay a couple more days at home and we can get Bruno to take you to Selfridges to get more items to fill up your room" father frowns at me hoping I agree to his suggestion of going later to make sure I have enough to decorate my new room.

But I'm not falling for it. He wants me to miss fresher's week so I don't go out drinking or partying, if only he knew mum has let me since I was 15.

I hug him tightly so he can't give me his sad 'stay with me forever' eyes that guilt trips me every time. "Father, I promise you I already have everything I need, you made sure of that, and I want to get settled in so I can start preparing for classes next week."

I hold my breath hoping he doesn't give me the same 10-minute lecture he did last night about how important it is to keep up with lectures and assignments.

Instead, he lets out a sigh "okay darling, the car is all packed let's get going so we can get the room ready. Carter messaged, he said he would meet us there." I try hide my disappointment when father says Carter will meet us there.

Of course, Carter would meet us there, I haven't heard from him since last night. He probably got wasted and ended back at some random girl's house although I wouldn't tell father that nor have the guts to confirm it myself.

My relationship with Carter is messy, but my father will never find that out. I know he uses me for my family name, it benefits him in the long run with his career as he has an easy path into my father's business, and I use him because it keeps my father off my back about boys and going out.

Apart from that, when Carter isn't in front of my parents, he acts if I am invisible or even better, as if I don't exist. He will flirt with girls, talk to whoever he wants and allows men to shout things at me while we walk down the streets of London – something father has never allowed once in my life, he'd ruin a man's life if they dared to try.

When we reach the accommodation, I feel my heart beat out of my chest, my palms are starting to go clammy, and I don't know if I'm excited for my new life to start or just pissed that I have to face Carter and put on a big performance in front of my parents acting like we are the perfect couple who are so deeply in love.

The car stops and I see all 5'11 of him before I step out of the car, I should've gone for someone taller maybe they wouldn't be such a dick.

His blonde hair is dishevelled, it looks like he climbed out of whoever's bed he was in last night and didn't have time to shower. He is wearing a blue Ralph Lauren V-neck jumper with a white shirt underneath and beige trousers. I would say his outfit looked nice if his shirt wasn't hanging out at the back and his flies weren't undone. Manwhore.

"Hey baby, how are you?" Carter smiles while wrapping his arm around my shoulder and kisses me on the forehead.

I roll my eyes "zip your trousers up before my father see's and you have to explain what you were up to last night" the smile is immediately wiped from his face but an even bigger one formed onto mine. He immediately takes his arm from me turns around and zips them up, typical.

Father gets out the car and must've saw me smiling ear to ear thinking Carter is the one who put the smile on my face as he comes over and gives him a pat on the back "take care of my little girl while I'm not around son, I trust she's in good hands and you will keep her safe."

I roll my eyes behind my father's back. "Of course, sir I would never let anything happen to my Flo." Carter once again has his smile back.

It infuriates me how easy it is for him to get under my skin, and not in a good way.

He thinks Carter will take care of me when the reality is as soon as father leaves today, he will disappear and leave me to fend for myself, the only time I will ever see him is when father comes to visit.

That will give the illusion that he has been taking care of me and making sure I'm okay. It's all bullshit and lies, but I'm okay with that if it means I get my freedom.

Father and Carter start taking my bags into the accommodation. Father made sure I had my own ensuite and wanted me to have my own kitchen in my room but I begged him for a shared one so I could make new friends, he reluctantly agreed.

Mum and I walked down to Starbucks to give them space to chuck all the bags in the room for us to decorate.

I couldn't be happier that Starbucks is literally a few shops down from my accommodation, I think this is where I will be spending my time catching up on assignments and weekly reading while hiding from Carter.

"Are you okay sweetie?" Mum's question startled me out of my head and back into reality.

"Of course, I am, I just can't wait for them to get out my room so we can get in and decorate" I chuckle trying to smile so she won't see anything is wrong.
I don't know why I try to hide that anything is wrong from mum, she always knows when somethings up, it's as if she is a mind reader.

"Boy trouble?" She frowns at me looking concerned at the fact I just tried to lie to her.

"No not at all. Me and Carter are fine, I'm excited to get to spend more time with him now we will be at the same university." I can't even force a smile

"If you say so, but I think his scruffy look and undone zipper says otherwise" shit, she noticed.

I try not to look at her because if I do, she will instantly know what is going on, I mean she secretly deep down already does know but has always supported me.

"He must've been out with the boys last night; you know how it is" I smile through my gritted teeth trying to form my next sentence "he's back at university himself and hasn't seen them in a while" I make eye contact to try make it believable.

I know she knows it's a load of bullshit and I wait for the lecture of how I don't need to please my father.

"Okay sweetie if you say so" she glares trying to get any small detail out of me, but I don't let her.

My phones buzzes and I am saved from this awkward conversation.

Father: you can come back and decorate with mum now, everything is in your room ready to be unpacked.