Series: The Laws of Opposite Attract Series by Vi Keeland
Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 98878 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 494(@200wpm)___ 396(@250wpm)___ 330(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98878 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 494(@200wpm)___ 396(@250wpm)___ 330(@300wpm)
“I know,” I muttered, looking down as the woman applied a bright pink polish to my toes. I shook my head. “I think we need to move on to a lighter subject.”
“Okay. Lighter subject.” Caitlin grinned. “We’ve got to get you on a dating app.”
“Ugh. That’s not lighter.” I laughed. “That’s torture.”
“Well, it’s something we should talk about. I agree that it’s not exactly fun out there—believe me, I know. But it’s kind of necessary if you’re going to get over him.”
I sighed again. “Wells has been trying to convince me too. I’m certain one of these days he’s just going to set up the dating profile for me, if he hasn’t already.”
“Count me in on that. I can help him. I’ll tone down his crazy write-up. Because you know Wells will go off the rails with that shit.”
“Can you imagine if he had total control? These men would think I liked my nipples clamped and my ass whipped.”
Caitlin laughed. “Maybe I should have him set up mine.”
I chuckled. “I’ll be seeing Wells tonight, so I can pass along the message.”
She wiped the corner of her eye. “Are you guys going anywhere good?”
“I’m meeting him at Casablanca’s. He’s dating a new guy. Name is Winston. He wants me to meet him.”
“Winston sounds like a dog’s name.” She giggled. “So, third wheel, then?”
“Yeah. Winston will be the third wheel.” I winked.
“Yeah. That’s always the way with you and Funcle Wellsy.” She smiled.
The nail techs moved us over to the manicure station where we spent the rest of our time quietly enjoying our pampering while we watched the Food Network show they had playing on multiple televisions. As I looked up at a woman decorating a cake, I thought about what to wear later to meet Wells’s new boy-toy. A simple black dress seemed like the right fit. Maybe a pop of red.
Ever since Brayden and I had ended things, I’d felt a little guilty around Wells, too. I hadn’t told him that Brayden and I had slept together back in Seneca Falls either. Wells would think I was absolutely crazy for ending things if he knew Brayden had told me he loved me. Wells had always advocated for me to put myself first, even before he knew Brayden felt that way about me. With more details, he would most definitely lecture me on making a huge mistake. I didn’t want to hear it. So as of now, my last amazing night with Brayden remained my secret. Someday I’d tell Wells everything. Just not anytime soon.
After our manicures, Caitlin and I moved to the nail drying station. She admired my bright pink nails. “I love that color. What’s it called? I want to find it online.”
I got the tech’s attention. “Excuse me. Can you tell me the name of this color?”
The woman went over to the shelf to retrieve the hot pink polish and looked at the bottom. “It’s called Mrs. Robinson,” she yelled over.
Mrs. Robinson?
My mouth fell open. Caitlin burst into laughter, and I couldn’t help but crack up myself.
It felt good.
***
The second I spotted Wells’s table as I entered Casablanca’s later that night, I regretted agreeing to come out. There were two men with him, one sitting on either side. Is this a setup? This dinner was supposed to be about me meeting his new guy. This other guy had better be one of their gay friends.
“You’re late, Kitten,” Wells chided.
“Yeah, well, I figured I’d give you two some alone time before I crashed your dinner, but I see you aren’t alone.”
Wells pointed to his new boyfriend. “This is Winston.” He gestured to me. “Winston, meet my best friend, Alex.”
Winston offered me a hug. “It’s a pleasure, sweetheart. I’ve heard so much about you.”
He had red hair and freckles and was a good bit shorter than Wells.
Winston turned to the other dude. “And this is my big brother, Everett. He came to hang with us tonight.”
Everett stood. He, unlike his little brother, was really tall and dressed in a suit, more formal than the rest of us. Also unlike his brother, he had sandy brown hair.
Everett held out his hand. “It’s so great to meet you, Alex.”
“You as well.” I nodded. “I’ve heard so many wonderful things about your brother.”
“That’s how it always goes.” Everett smacked Winston on the arm playfully. “Little bro here gets all the glory. Thankfully, we’ve never had to compete for the ladies.”
“I didn’t realize you were coming out with us tonight,” I told him, giving Wells a look. I sat down and placed a napkin in my lap.
“Wells tells me you’re his rock,” Winston said, pointing his wine glass toward me. “I’ve been excited all day to meet the famous Alex.”
I wanted to kill Wells, but I smiled over at him. He looked happy, which made me happy.