Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 104766 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 524(@200wpm)___ 419(@250wpm)___ 349(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104766 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 524(@200wpm)___ 419(@250wpm)___ 349(@300wpm)
Is he joking right now? “You have no idea what kind of person I am or how into him I am. That could have gone horribly wrong.”
“Pfft.” He scoffs. “Like how?”
“I don’t know. What if I’d screamed at you or started crying? Then what?”
“But you didn’t.”
“But what if I had?”
“But you didn’t.”
Oh my God. Does he not know how this conversation is supposed to go? People are unpredictable. WOMEN are unpredictable. Does he not know anything about anything?!
Ugh!
“I think you’re focusing on the wrong problem here. The fact that you would date a guy who would pay someone to dump you…” His voice trails off.
“Excuse me?” Seems to be my big comeback tonight. The audacity of this guy!
“Now that I’ve met you, the two of you had no business dating.”
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
“Diego might be a giant man-child, but he’s a major pussy.”
My mouth falls open. “He’s a nice guy.”
Was. Is.
“His balls still haven’t dropped.”
“That is none of your business.”
“It’s none of my business that his balls haven’t dropped?” He laughs, and I look ahead at the road to make sure we haven’t passed my turn.
“I meant…” My head shakes. “I meant he’s a nice guy. That doesn’t make him a pussy.”
“Says the girl who just got dumped by a stranger.”
“Can you please stop saying that?”
“Why? It’s the truth.”
“That doesn’t mean I need you to keep repeating it. Jesus.” This guy has a lot to learn. “You can’t just say whatever pops into that brain of yours.”
“Thanks for the input, but I’ll be fine.”
I settle into the seat, relaxing my shoulders. “I’d bet any amount of money you’ve never had a serious girlfriend.”
Dallas Colter snorts. “No shit. Why would I want one? See what it leads to?”
“Wait—you’ve seriously never had a girlfriend?” How is that possible? He doesn’t exactly look like a troll that lives under a bridge, though I can’t really tell what he looks like under the knit cap, the thick coat, and the jogging pants. The outfit isn’t doing him any favors.
“No, I’ve seriously never had a girlfriend. Why does anyone care about that?”
He is so dramatic.
“Who is everyone?”
“None of your business.”
That makes me laugh. “Your family?”
He hesitates. “For starters.”
“Well, you sound like an only child.” Crabby and bratty and impulsive.
“For your information, I am one of four. All boys.”
Shocker.
“That explains so much.”
He scrunches up his nose. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“You’re one of four boys, and let me guess, you all play sports.”
“How do you know I play sports?”
“My friend Winnie—she’s the one who was watching you through the window—told me who you were because I had no idea.” To punctuate my boredom, I feign a yawn, lest his head get any bigger because we were yapping about him earlier. “It wasn’t me, it was her, and she’s dating someone, so…yeah. Check the ego.”
“The ego?” He laughs. “That’s a good one.”
I can’t argue, can’t tell him I’m shocked his giant, inflated head fit into the cab of his truck, can’t say I could tell he was a pompous windbag by the way he stood in the wind, daring it to try to bend him—because as I open my mouth to refute him, I’m forced to ruin any debate by telling him to make a right-hand turn at the stop sign.
Then again, I’ve only known him all of fifteen minutes.
Then again…any guy who takes fifty bucks from his buddy to break up with his girlfriend is probably an unfeeling asshole with serious daddy issues.
In my professional opinion.
My parents are relationship therapists, remember? A tad butthurt, I give myself permission to diagnose Dallas Colter as a commitment-phobe. In fact, I wouldn’t doubt he played some part in convincing Diego he should be single, he’s better off without a girlfriend, he would have more fun, blah blah blah.
We have a few more streets to pass before I have to give him another direction.
“You didn’t tell me why Diego doesn’t want to see me anymore.”
“Nope. I didn’t.”
I only let us sit in silence for a few seconds. “Well, aren’t you going to tell me why?”
“How should I know why? I’m not the guy’s mother.”
That makes no sense. “Clearly he confided in you if he asked you to break up with me for him.” I shake my head, stunned. “I mean, who does that?”
“I already told you. The guy is a pussy.”
That tells me nothing about his reason. I’m tempted to message him, but honestly, the fact that he hired someone in the first place tells me everything I need to know. Diego could have sent any number of people to do what he sent Dallas Colter to do; the ugly truth is, he doesn’t want to date me anymore.
Even worse?
I hadn’t even decided I wanted to date him! That asshole beat me to the punch.
The nerve!
“So…he broke up with me because he’s a pussy? Nice.” I cross my arms, unable to stop myself from pouting. I’m pissed off, embarrassed, and indignant.