Total pages in book: 155
Estimated words: 156029 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 780(@200wpm)___ 624(@250wpm)___ 520(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 156029 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 780(@200wpm)___ 624(@250wpm)___ 520(@300wpm)
I shake my head in disgust. “That’s it, laugh at my expense, you arseholes. I’m getting new friends.”
They eventually finish their fits of laughter. “Spencer, why are you here?” Bree frowns. “Why didn’t you stay with her?”
I fake a smile because this story is so fucked up that I can’t believe it myself. “Because she wasn’t my date. My date was going gooey-eyed over the table at me… and she happens to be Charlotte’s friend.” I put my hand up for another drink. “If I’d stayed on that date, I would have had to stay with her friend, which means there is absolutely no chance Charlotte would ever go out with me because the friends rule overtakes all rules. And once you go out with the friend, there is no going back. You will always be the friend’s ex.”
They all nod, finally understanding my predicament.
“I did what I had to do.”
“What?” Seb asks.
“I accused her of sleeping with her bodyguard and told her I was going to knock him out.”
“You can’t fight for shit.” Masters chuckles.
“I know that! But I asked her to leave with me anyway.” I shake my head and sip my beer, completely dejected. “She declined and told me to have a nice life.”
The three of them burst out laughing again, and this time I can’t help it… I find myself laughing too.
I drop my head into my hands.
“What are you going to do?” Seb asks.
“Get rolling drunk in hymen commiseration.”
They all burst out laughing again.
“This isn’t fucking funny!”
Charlotte
It’s Monday afternoon and I’m sitting at my computer next to my work colleagues, each of us going through our emails and paperwork for the day.
Sarah checks her phone for the fiftieth time today. “Damn it, why hasn’t he called?”
“He’s an idiot.” I sigh. “Forget about Spencer Jones, you can do a lot better.”
At least he could have called her to tell her he isn’t interested.
I hate that I like that he isn’t interested.
“What was the other guy like?” Paul asks.
“Oh, he was really nice,” I say. “And I think he liked Sarah.”
“He did not.” She sighs.
The three of us ended up having a really good time, and we danced the night away.
My email pings, the name Spencer Jones appearing in front of me.
My heart skips a beat.
I glance to the other two who are only a metre or so away from my desk.
Shit, shit, shit.
Hello Lottie,
I would have called you, but I don’t have your number.
Would you like to have dinner tonight?
Spence.
Oh my God. I quickly close the email, get up and move away from my desk.
I don’t want to be suspicious, so I scurry to the kitchen.
“Anyone want a coffee?” I ask them.
“Please,” they both answer.
I can’t believe Spencer is emailing me when I am sitting next to someone who is waiting for his call.
Good grief.
I make the coffees with my mind in overdrive, and then I take my time returning to my desk.
Just say no. Yes.
Okay, I’m just going to email him and say no. That’s easy.
I open the email and hit reply.
Mr Spencer
I cannot think of one good reason why I should
want to go out with you. My answer is no.
Lottie.
I look left then right and hit send.
A reply hits my inbox in an instant.
Dearest Lottie,
You are mistaken
I can think of at least thirty reasons why you should go out with me.
Spencer.
Poor, conceited fool.
Mr Spencer,
Name them.
I hit send and smirk against my coffee cup.
I answer a few emails, and then another reply comes back.
Lottie,
Although I have many obvious attributes, I will
happily oblige your request.
1 – I have white teeth.
2 – I love my grandma.
3 – I bake delicious cakes.
4 – I have blonde hair like you, we could dress as twins on fancy dress.
I giggle before I catch myself.
5 – I don’t tell lies.
6 – I like naughty kittens.
I put my hand over my mouth and close the email before I laugh out loud.
This man is an idiot. Can’t he at least pretend to be cool. I head to the bathroom to try and calm myself before I go back to my desk and open the email again.
7 – I am a size 13 shoe.
You work out what that means.
I bite back my grin.
8 – I’m not scared of your brother
My heart drops, if only he knew how important that point is to me.
9 – I’m taller than you.
10 – I can’t stop thinking about you.
7
Charlotte
I quickly close the email and sit back in my chair.
He can’t stop thinking about me.
Well, the feeling is completely mutual. I’ve thought of nothing but him since Saturday night. I stare at the computer screen for awhile, wondering what to do.
He really hurt my pride the other week at my house, but worse than that, he hurt my feelings. I don’t like the power he has over me, nobody has ever had the ability to hurt me before.