It’s not true, but Jordan doesn’t know. The lab rat look rightly describes my ex. It’s also the reason I have never slept with him, although everyone believes it’s because of his political aspirations and him not wanting to rack up anything scandalous that could be used against him when he runs for president.
“Oh no, we go at the same time.” Jordan firmly puts both hands on my shoulders and turns me toward the Asian women. “Get me one of those cuties. Any one will do. I’m not picky.”
“But I am.” I grit my teeth.
“Beggars can’t be choosers. It won’t be easy finding a date for you. When I return, you’d better have mine all ready for me.” He flips his hand and struts toward the exit, walking right by the team of blond men.
I wad up a cocktail napkin and stuff it in my mouth to keep from screaming.
Does this guy have no filter? Says whatever insulting thing he can think of?
Since he agreed to any date I can dig up for him, I also exit the bar and head for the shuffleboard deck in search of a date for the boy I love to hate.
