“So avoiding meeting Vanessa is a nothing?”
I attempted to stifle a grona but I failed. It came out sounding like a growl. He laughed at me and shook his head.
Vanessa was the new girlfriend. He’d said things were looking good for them and he wanted me to meet her. I just found an excuse not to meet everytime an arrangement was made because I’d had the worst experience with all his previous girlfriends.
They hated me.
There wasn’t one among them that didn’t think I secretly wanted him for myself and nothing was further from the truth.
“Noah, it’s your relationship. It’s nothing to do with me. I don’t introduce you to every guy I’m with.”
“That’s because since you and that asshole broke up you’ve been on a speed dating spree.”
“Ughh. I have not.” I scowled.
“Yes you have.” He said with more insistence.
Maybe he was right, but it wasn’t like how he was saying it.
I simply wasn’t relationship girl anymore. I was Miss Fun. That was me. After that whole debacle with Craig I decided I’d never allow myself to go through feeling that disappointment and rejection again.
Dating for fun was a lot more exciting than dating with anything long term in mind. And, it went in line with the focus I needed to take my career to the next level.
“I’m happy. It works for me.”
“How long for?” he asked with a crooked smile that annoyed me because it was like he was just waiting for me to realize I couldn’t live this way forever.
“As long as I want.” I gave him a firm nod.
“Okay, whatever, back to me. You’re in Wilmington. We’re going to be seeing a lot of each other, just like old times.”
“We see each other anyway.”
We usually saw each other a few times a month, twice at minimum. He’d either see me when he was visiting family in LA or I’d go to see him in Charlotte, where he’d moved for his job.
“But it will be more, and I’ll be with Vanessa. Brooke, come on. I’m a guy who has a very beautiful girl for his best friend. I admit my previous girlfriends were a pain, but she’s nice.”
“Nice like Tiffany who called me a fucking bitch and badmouthed me to your mom?” I was told she was nice too.
I hated when people called me a bitch. I couldn’t help that I had a strong personality. Just because a woman knew how to stand her ground and be comfortable in her mind and body, that didn’t mean she was a bitch.
“No. Brooke please. It feels good. It’s been nearly six months. I like her and I just want you to meet her. It’s important to me that you meet her and like her.”
God. I didn’t need this right now.
“Fine.” I got up and walked back to the window.
Moving back the curtain, I grimaced when I saw Officer Asshole standing on his front porch.
He was in my direct line of sight. The amber glow from the porch lights beamed down on him, making him stand out against the oncoming night.
Wearing a white tank top and ripped jeans, he looked nothing like the man who’d terrorized me earlier in his suit. He looked out at the street like he was either waiting for someone or looking out for something. His jaw was set, eyes focused ahead even when he reached into his back pocket and took out a pack of cigarettes.
I watched him light up. It looked sexy. The way he did it looked sexy, though it was a crazy thought to have considering our previous encounter.
“What are you looking at?” Noah suddenly came up to me, purposefully startling me.
“Nothing.” I rolled my eyes.
