“I can’t stand the guy. And why didn’t you tell me he was at the church?” Drew grits, taking a long sip from his bottled water.
“Because you said you can’t stand the guy. Look, he’s a douche. I just wanna get him back, and he hated you,” I half admit.
Drew puts his jacket on and searches the room for his keys. “What do I get out of this?”
“Seeing him suffer.”
“Or perhaps a beating?”
“Don’t be such a pussy.”
“I’m not being a pussy. You’ve gotten your revenge. You’ve moved on. I just don’t understand why you need to do this.”
It’s time to call the big guns in. Issue the ultimate bribe to get him on my side. This is the only perk about Drew being a manwhore. The manwhore status may attract beautiful sexy women, but it also attracts crazed stalkers.
“Remember Angela?”
He stops mid-step and cringes, placing his keys back down. “Yes, I know what you’re going to say.”
“And remind me of what lengths I had to go to for you?”
“You had to pretend I left the country because she was romantically attached.”
“Ha,” I snort. “She was stalking you.”
Defeated, he sits on the couch and rubs his face, annoyed at my brilliant plan. His silence carries on for minutes, then finally he opens his eyes and answers, “Fine, I’ll do it. But this better not hinder my chances of hooking up tonight.”
My stomach churns at the thought of Drew taking someone home. Let it go. You’ve got bigger things to worry about.
“Promise it won’t. And if it does, I’ll screw you,” I joke.
His elbows are resting on his knees with head bowed down with a wide grin spread across his face. “That’s a dangerous promise, Zo. Plus, I don’t think you can handle me.”
Cocky bastard!
“Uh huh, whatever, lil’ peewee. Let’s get going, or we’ll be late.”
Chapter Ten
Drew
I didn’t expect this reaction.
It caught me off guard the moment she walked into our living room wearing that gorgeous dress. I don’t even remember how it looks or even what color it is right now.
My vision’s fixated on her, and her alone. Breathtakingly beautiful, and nothing she wears, or anything she says can change that.
And if nothing happens between us, and our worlds are destined to remain apart, I will forever remember the way she makes me feel at this very moment.
The way my stomach flips.
The way my heart does this weird fucking skipping thing.
I can’t look away, no matter how hard I try, even when she catches me gazing at her. There’s just something about her today that makes me see her in a completely different light. I only see this beautiful woman, a woman who deserves the world. She deserves to be loved and adored.
And how quickly my admiration flew out the window when she told me who was at the church.
He’s back, the jerk who gives us good guys a bad rep. Okay, so maybe I don’t have the best rep. But I don’t go around treating women like yesterday’s trash, especially the ones I’ve been romantically involved with for a year.