Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 67095 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67095 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
“He’s a cop.” I use that as explanation, and he nods. “So did you just come by to check on me?”
“Actually, I wanted to see if you had time to give me a massage. Bonnie and I are heading to her parents’ for Christmas, and I’ve been stressed.”
“Why? I thought you got along with her family.”
“I do get along with them, but . . .” He pulls a box out of his pocket and flips the top open. “Carrying this thing around is making me anxious.”
“You’re asking Bonnie to marry you!”
“That’s the plan.” He snaps the box closed and shoves it back in his pocket.
“I’m happy for you. The ring is beautiful. She’s going to freak when she sees it.” I stand and give him another hug. “I wish I had time to help you out today, but I have clients back-to-back. Everyone wants to come in before they go away for Christmas. You should have called me,” I tell him as the buzzer next to my door goes off, letting me know that my next client has already arrived.
“I should have.” He moves his neck side to side, cracking it, then pulls out his phone as it rings. “One second.” He looks at the screen before he puts it to his ear to answer. “Hey, baby.”
Thinking that it’s Bonnie, I smile at him.
“Yeah, I’ll meet you there. But remember—you can’t call me next week since I’ll be with Bonnie at her parents’ house,” he says.
That smile slides right off my face, and nausea turns my stomach. I fight the urge to kick him in his balls or pick up my stapler and toss it at his stupid, fat, cheating head.
“All right. I’m just gonna say bye to my friend, then I’ll be over that way. Yeah, see you soon.” He ends the call and puts the phone in the inside pocket of his jacket just as my next client, Dorothy, comes into my office.
Giving her a smile, I look back at Edward.
He leans down to kiss my cheek. “We’ll talk after the holiday.”
“Sure.” Swallowing down bile, I watch him go. I wonder how the hell I didn’t see it before, how the hell I didn’t notice that he is a complete man whore and a huge dick.
Pushing thoughts of him away, I lead Dorothy down the hall and into the massage room. I instruct her to get undressed and onto the table, then tell her that I’ll be back in a few minutes.
After I leave, I rush to my desk and pick up my cell. I group text Libby and Fawn.
Edward just stopped by my office. He showed me the ring he is going to use to propose to his girlfriend, then he went to go meet a woman that I’m pretty sure he is cheating on Bonnie with.
Fawn: Shut up.
Libby: Oh my god you so dodged a bullet.
Fawn: His poor girlfriend.
Me: I know, I feel like I should warn her.
Libby: Don’t do it. She will find out on her own. He won’t be able to hide it forever.
Fawn: I would want to know if Levi was cheating on me. I think you should tell her. It’s girl code.
Me: I’ll have to think about it.
Libby: I swear you two never listen to me. Whatever . . . I have to work. We will talk over Christmas shopping.
Me: <3
Fawn: Talk soon.
Setting my cell phone down on the top of my desk, I get back to work. That is, I try to. For the most part, I spend the day trying to think of a way to tell Bonnie that Edward is cheating on her without telling her directly.
Taking a sip of my soda, I stare at Wesley over the rim of the cup. He stares back at me with a disbelieving look in his eyes. I’ve just told him about Edward’s phone call in my office earlier today and my plan to send Bonnie an unmarked letter with a note explaining that she should not marry Edward because he is a cheating dick.
“No.” He shakes his head. “You need to stay out of it.”
“I can’t just stay out of it—it goes against girl code. If you were cheating on me, I would want to know about it,” I say as he finishes chopping up an onion to add to a pan on the stove that already contains ground beef and chopped tomatoes.
It’s weird to have someone cook for me, but he’s done it every night without question since we really got together. His only request is that I sit with him while he prepares it.
“First of all, I would never cheat on you. Cheating is something cowards do. Second, I don’t give a fuck about girl code. You don’t need to be the one who tells her about her boyfriend being a piece of shit.”