I smirked. “It’s cute of you to try and act like I’m not the best you’ve ever had.”
She narrowed her eyes. “You’re so damn arrogant.”
“You can admit I’m a weakness for you, Princess. It’s okay.”
“Don’t think too highly of yourself. Just because I cravewhatyour company can do for me every now and then doesn’t mean you’re my weakness. You’re not even close. And don’t think I wouldn’t be able to have this same kind of arrangement with another guy, either. There’s plenty of men out there with commitment issues who would love to have a no strings attached fuck buddy.”
I scoffed, more at the idea of her having the same deal we did with someone else. “I don’t have commitment issues. I just don’twantcommitment. There’s a difference.”
“Well, some people want more for themselves when it comes to relationships, unlike you, who’s made being a career bachelor your entire personality.”
“We could always make a playful wager.”
Her brow arched. “Like what?”
“That I could find someone to be serious with before you.”
“Please,” she huffed out through a laugh. “It’s comical of you to try and act like you wouldn’t drop to the floor and curl up in a fetal position at the mere thought of being exclusive with someone.”
“You won’t say yes because you know you wouldlose.”
“I’m not worried I would lose because I doubt there’s someone out there with the amount of free time in her day that you would need for her to stroke your precious ego.”
I turned, walking backward in front of her. “We could always make a little pact out of it instead…” I watched as she furrowed her brow in question. “Let’s say if in…five years…neither of us has someone to settle down with, we settle down with each other.”
A bark of laughter exploded out of Morgan. “That’s the dumbest fucking thing I haveeverheard.”
“Why? You already know the sex is good.” I smirked. “And we already act like an old married couple who constantly fight and only talk to and spend time with each other when we have to or want something, so nothing would change there. It’s perfect, really.”
God, how much did I have to drink to be suggesting something like this, even as a joke?But I held my ground, refusing to back out of what was arguably the stupidest thing I’d ever proposed simply because my drunk self didn’t want to admit how stupid it actually was. I extended my hand, my smirk still in place as I arched my brow in a challenge, not once taking my eyes off her.
Suddenly, Morgan’s hand unexpectedly shot out and gripped mine. “Deal.”
My eyes widened in surprise. I never thought she’d actually do it. But instead of admitting that and letting her off the hook for the world’s dumbest, drunken pact—one that held absolutely no merit—a low, mischievous chuckle escaped me. “Buckle up, Princess.”
She didn’t know it yet, but I was about to ruin her dating life.
Chapter 24
For the firsttime in a long time, I was bored out of my damn mind on a Friday night. I stopped by Agora after work but wasn’t feeling it, so I left after one drink.
As I walked to my car, I pulled up Instagram on my phone and typed Morgan’s username into the search bar. We didn’t follow one another, but she didn’t have her account set to private either.
I had a feeling I knew what she was up to that night.
One thing you could always count on Morgan to do was post every aspect of her damn social life on the interwebs. Whenever our group of friends were together, Morgan was the one constantly taking and posting photos. They were anything from selfies and group pics—exceptfor me—to her food and drinks.
When Morgan’s account popped up, I clicked on it and then went to the most recent photo. Sure enough, her newest post made thirty minutes earlier was of a drink. The caption:Tide & Flame makes the best chocolate martini’s. I smirked, shaking my head at how easy it was. I thought she would know better by now.
Was there any truthorrationality to that stupid drunken pact we made two months ago about settling down with one another in five years if we had no one else? No. Most definitely not. Honestly, the mere idea of it was laughable. But we sure as hell were doing whatever we could to make sure the other had beenpainfullycockblocked with anyone else ever since.
It started just a couple of weeks after the pact was made. I stopped by Lucas’s and Callie’s one evening, and Morgan having a date that night was mentioned in passing. Out of mischievous curiosity, I asked what she was doing. At first, my question was met with weird looks. After all, Morgan and I were supposed to hate each other, so why would I care about her date? I covered my real intentions with a lie about a colleague of mine talking about a date he had that same night with a woman matching Morgan’s description, so I was just curious if it was a coincidence. Callie said they were going to Oasis, and I feigned relief withanotherlie about my imaginary coworker planning to go somewhere else.
When I left their place, I made a call to someone who owed me a favor, and after some convincing, they agreed to help me with my very bizarre request. A little later, I headed over to Oasis to watch my plan unfold.
I’d sent a singing telegram to the lounge bar for Morgan.
It was a song—alovelylyrical piece if I do say so myself—depicting how she had given its sender much more than they bargained for after spending a night with her, and they were now on antibiotics to clear up the mess down below. Her date ran off, more than horrified, leaving her stunned and mortified at the table as other guests snickered around her. She had no idea what the hell happened, and when she angrily demandedthe performer tell her who’d sent him, he nervously pointed out the offender.
