Total pages in book: 132
Estimated words: 133224 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133224 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
“We go out every weekend,” she replies as she looks over the menu.
“I mean on a date.”
Her eyes rise to meet mine. “A date?”
“That’s what I said.”
She smiles softly as electricity bounces between us. “I thought you’d never ask.”
That makes two of us.
“So, Saturday night?”
“I can’t wait.” She smiles sexily.
“Me too.”
Rebecca
Laughter echoes through the cul-de-sac as the boys sink a ball into the hole.
I rock on the swinging chair on the front porch.
“I’m going to miss this street,” I say sadly.
Chloe’s lying on the ground with the cushion under her head. She’s on her phone. And Juliet is sitting beside me.
“Wait a minute,” Chloe says. “I think I found something.” She frowns as she concentrates. “Is her name Sam Holland?”
“I don’t know. He just said she was his boss.” I shrug.
“You know what I don’t understand?” Juliet frowns. “If he’s really in a relationship with this woman, then why did he sleep with you?”
“He said he wanted closure.”
“But did he get it . . . is the question,” Juliet huffs. “And I want to know, does this Sam Holland bitch know what her stupid boyfriend is doing?”
“She’s a doctor; she’s not stupid. And it wasn’t his fault. I went to him, and looking back, I basically threw myself into his arms. So what kind of woman does that make me?”
“Someone who’s in love with him.” Chloe rolls her eyes. “Don’t you let yourself feel like crap over this. He should have told you before he got his dick out that he had a girlfriend.”
I pinch the bridge of my nose in disgust. “I’m just grossed out by the whole thing.”
“You know what? Screw him. You’re better than this bullshit,” Juliet huffs. “I’m off him. Who does he think he is, you know? You reacted bad to a wedding proposal, so what?”
I look over at her deadpan, and she smirks. “Well, okay, I get it, but honestly, don’t get your cock out if you’re seeing someone else, that’s all I’m saying.”
“Maybe they have an open relationship?” Chloe says. “Give me some more details. I’m going deep on this bitch.”
Juliet googles her name. “Okay, it says here that Sam Holland is a specialist pediatrician who is the head of the American Pediatric Board.”
“What does she look like?” I ask.
She holds her phone over, and I see a beautiful blonde with shoulder-length hair. She’s around our age and has that successful air about her.
“Ugh.” I roll my eyes. “Yeah, that would be her. She’s his taste for sure.”
“Found her,” Chloe snaps. She begins to scroll through her pictures on Instagram. “I don’t see any pictures of Blake on here . . . they can’t be too serious.”
“Good.”
“Oh no . . . here’s one.”
“Show me.” I snatch the phone off her.
There’s a picture that she’s taken at a dinner table in a restaurant somewhere. The photo is supposed to be of the meal, but Blake is strategically sitting behind it, holding his knife and fork with a sexy smile. “When was this posted?” I think out loud.
“Three weeks ago.”
“Is that the first pic posted of them together?”
Chloe takes the phone back off me and keeps scrolling. “Think so. Oh wait . . . Is this his arm in this picture?” She holds the phone out again, and this time, she’s taking a selfie, and there’s a hand in the picture. I’d know those sexy veins in the back of that hand anywhere. “Yep, that’s Blake’s hand.” I pass the phone back in disgust.
“Okay, so this photo was posted six weeks ago.”
“He can’t be too in love with her.”
My face falls. “You think he’s in love with her?”
“Don’t know.” She shrugs.
“He did say he’s not where I left him. He’s moved on.”
“Maybe you should do the same,” Chloe huffs. “Screw him.”
“I’m trying. Trust me, I’m fucking trying.”
“How is going to New York and sleeping with him moving on?” Juliet mutters dryly.
“Look, I just needed him to know that I’m selling the house, and I’m moving out of the street, and he can come back anytime he wants to.”
“That’s fair, I guess.”
“And maybe we will never get back together . . . we’ll actually probably never get back together. But at least he knows what I wanted to say. I kind of feel like both he and I needed that night. I don’t regret it.”
“Even though you’re a home-wrecker?” Chloe smirks up at me.
“If I was a home-wrecker, I would message that stupid doctor woman on Instagram and tell her.”
“That is a very good point.”
We sit in silence for a while, and there’s a chill in the air as the season changes. I can smell someone barbecuing on the grill, and the sound of laughter is prevalent.
Change is coming.
My life here will soon be a memory, and although I’m excited to start this new chapter of my life, I’m devastated to be leaving it behind.