Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 81176 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81176 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
She reached up and pushed me, causing me to stumble.
“How could you? Your ex is happy. She’s also a cheater. Go find some girls to fuck and get her out of your head like a normal guy would do.”
A sudden image of Clare sitting on top of me, her head thrown back in pleasure, caused me to take a few steps back.
“What the fuck?” I whispered.
“Yeah, what the fuck? Are you realizing what a stupid thing this is you’re doing? And you’re attempting to drag me into it, Wes.”
I shook my head and looked at her. Her blue eyes were on fire, and I had the urge to pull her body to mine and kiss her. Feel if those lips were as soft as they looked.
Turning around, I drew in a few deep breaths as I placed my hand over my chest. What was happening to me?
“Wes? Are you okay?”
Her voice was starting to make my dick go hard.
“Wes?”
Another image of her crying out my name as I took her from behind assaulted my brain.
“What is wrong?” Clare asked as she followed me through the small apartment to the front door.
“I can’t right now,” I said as I pulled the door open and practically ran to the elevator.
The second I got out of that building and hit the cold air I sucked in a breath. It felt like I couldn’t breathe the entire ride down in the elevator. I turned and started walking as fast as I could. It wasn’t until I was four blocks away and had managed to stop thinking of Clare naked that it dawned on me, I had left her place without my coat.
“Fuck!” I said as the cold wind seemed to go right through me. I lifted my hand and called for a taxi. When one pulled over, I slipped in and gave him my address. Dropping my head back onto the seat, I concentrated on breathing. I needed to stay away from Clare. She was a distraction, and I couldn’t afford one right now. But I knew I needed her if I wanted to get Mandy back.
What in the hell was wrong with me. I was fantasizing about Clare, yet planning on trying to break up Mandy and her doofus fiancé Ron. Ron who listens to a jazz band—cringe—called The Launchers. What a joke.
Opening my eyes, I lifted my head. I could just fuck Clare and get it over with. My hand scrubbed down my face. I would never do that to Clare. Not ever. Assuming she’d even let me back into her apartment, that is.
“Sir, we’re here,” the taxi driver said.
Reaching into my wallet, I pulled out a hundred-dollar bill and handed it to him. “Keep the change.”
“Oh, thank you, sir. Happy holidays!”
I leaned back into the cab. “Yeah, happy holidays.”
Shutting the door, I quickly made my way into the building and up to my condo. When the door shut, I placed my hand over my chest and slowly breathed until it didn’t feel like a vise was around my chest.
What the hell am I going to do now?
Clare
Garlic and Kissing
I stared out the window of my office lost in thought. What in the world had happened to Wes? It was like he couldn’t get out of my apartment fast enough the other day. So fast, he left his coat behind.
Maybe he had second thoughts about the insane plan of his that involved me and breaking up Mandy?
Ugh. Mandy.
I’d made the mistake of searching for her on Google last night. Apparently, her family owned a very popular pizza place in Boston, and she was the general manager. She was also drop-dead gorgeous. She looked like she belonged on a runway, not in the kitchen of a pizza joint. Long brown hair and she had the body of a model. Tall and thin. I had to remind myself that comparison was the thief of joy. Although, I wasn’t entirely sure what I was comparing myself for.
Sighing, I dropped back in my chair and reached for my phone. I was going to regret this. What I should do is give the coat to Rory for Finn to give back to his brother. But then questions would be asked, like why was Wes in my apartment? I couldn’t say it was when we went shopping for the anniversary party because I’d already given Rory all the stuff. We were meeting at Harmony’s on Saturday to make all the decorations. And I couldn’t tell them that Wes had come by and attempted to bribe me into helping him break up his ex’s wedding.
I tapped my chin. I could say we left a bag in his trunk…but then I’d have to have said bag.
“Shit.”
With a quick glance at the time, I pulled up his name and fired off a text. It had been three days since he left his coat. He probably had ten coats and didn’t even need this one.