Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 94140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 471(@200wpm)___ 377(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 471(@200wpm)___ 377(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
“He’s a great guy,” Cassie confirms, making both Elle and Bri agree eagerly. “Like honestly, the best. I’ll even go as far to say that out of all the boys, my husband included, Sean is the one with the purest heart. He only ever wants what’s best for everyone.”
“Yeah, I see that,” I sigh as I hit the home button for my phone to check the time, only I’m not looking at my phone—it’s Sean’s in my hand and I don’t fucking like what I’m seeing.
My eyes widen, taking in the home screen image—the happiest fucking couple I’ve ever seen on their wedding day.
I’m a fucking fool. How could I fall for this shit? The guy is married, and I’m here acting like a lovesick puppy and completely embarrassing myself in front of his family. Is this some kind of joke?
What am I doing? I need to get out of here.
Getting up, I quickly search around for my phone and find it right where I was sitting before and realize that Sean’s phone must have fallen out of his pocket when he was talking to Georgie, and I picked up the wrong one.
Turning back to the girls with a cringe, I pull out my best acting skills, making a show of looking at my phone as though reading a message. “I’m so sorry,” I say. “I hate to do this to you guys, but would it be possible for someone to give me a lift back to my apartment? I’m being called into work.”
“Oh, of course,” Cassie says, jumping to her feet. “Is everything alright?”
“I don’t know,” I cringe, feeling like a backstabbing bitch, lying to the nicest girls I’ve met in a long time. “Usually when I’m called in like this there’s been some kind of accident.”
“Oh, shit. Yeah, sure,” she says before turning to Elle and Brianna. “Can you guys watch Hudson? I shouldn’t be too long.”
“No problem,” Brianna says.
Cassie and I pile into Jax’s truck and she turns to me with a grin. “I know this is a bad situation for you, but I’ve been desperate for an excuse to drive this truck.”
“I’m glad I could be of service,” I smile.
With a wicked grin, Cassie starts up the truck and gets me out of there. Then fifteen minutes later, I direct her to my apartment and she brings the truck to a stop. “Hope your shift isn’t too chaotic,” she says.
“Thanks, Cassie. I’ve had a great day. You truly have an amazing family,” I tell her.
She gives me a proud smile, and as I step back to close the door, she waves to me through the window. The second I step back from the curb, she takes off like Lightning McQueen.
I let out a sigh, and the moment she disappears around the corner, I let the heaviness consume me. I trudge up to my apartment and push my way through the door, finding Mel sitting on the floor with her iPad braced on the coffee table and her makeup kit scattered around the living room floor.
She looks up at me, and I see the questions in her eyes before she even gets a chance to speak them, then saving her the hassle, I jut out my bottom lip and give it to her straight. “He’s married,” I cry.
“Oh, that fucking rat bastard,” she mutters, knowing just how hard this one has hit me. “I’ll get the wine while you get your makeup. I’m just about to hit play on a winged eyeliner tutorial.”
“Okay,” I sigh.
I go about the apartment, taking my sweet-ass time, and return to the living room to find a glass of Moscato right beside me and the bottle in the center of the coffee table, ready and waiting to be annihilated.
“Thank you,” I tell her, the heaviness refusing to lift.
“Don’t worry about it. There’ll be others out there.”
“He was kinda perfect though.” I give her a tight smile before turning to her iPad, ready to master the winged eyeliner, and half an hour later, Mel and I look like rabid raccoons. I don’t get it. We did everything right, and the chick in the video made it look so easy. No one tells you just how hard this shit is. I guess it’s going to be plain old mascara and eye shadow for me.
A text comes through on my phone, vibrating loudly on the table and scaring the shit out of both of us. Then grabbing my phone, I open the text, only to have the floodgates open wide.
Sean – Cassie said you had an emergency. I hope everything’s okay. Thanks for coming today.
With a sigh, I hit delete on the message, trying to hold back the tears.
This chick will not be a pawn in some random guy’s game ever again. That’ll teach me to get my hopes up and try to put myself out there. Taking my glass, I throw back what’s left before flicking to the next video, determined to master the art of false lashes.