Oh. She calls her fatherDaddy. That kind of explains a lot.
“He doesn’t think I can provide for you like your businessman husband can.”
They kiss, and I’m trapped. Her wedding gown surrounds us and blocks the exit.
My hopes of getting laid are gone. Blown out of the water. And when Marie drops to her knees, taking Roy into her mouth, and strokes his shaft with her gloved hand, I know I can’t stay.
Shoving past her tulle and bolting, I spot the groom in the hallway. He looks around, and I know he’s searching for his wife. I almost want to tell him to check the coat room.
Roy yelps, and we both turn towards the room.
Good. I hope she bit you.
In my car, I take a few deep breaths to calm my racing heart, but then I burst out laughing. I’ve been cheated on before, but I’ve neverwitnessedit—especially by a bride on her wedding day.
I assume the groom already knows his wife is in love with someone else. And Roy drew enough attention to them that I’m guessing they got caught. I kind of wish I’d stayed to see the big finale. Did they manage to hide from the groom, or did he catch them? And what act did he catch them in?
How many more of these disasters do I have to endure before I find the right man? I still feel this app will bring me to the man of my dreams, but I’m worried I can’t hold out long enough. It’s really starting to feel like it’s not worth the effort.
“At least one more,” I mutter. “I have a Forced Proximity date tomorrow night.”
Please, let it go better than the other. I’m not sure I can survive another train wreck.
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Forced Proximity
“If this doesn’t work out, I don’t know how many more dates I’m willing to endure,” I say as I wait in the lobby of an apartment building for my date.
This category requires imagination, but at least it’s doable. There’s a plan in place, and we’ll see how it goes. It’ll force us to get to know each other at the very least.
“Holly?”
My mouth goes dry as I see an absolutely beautiful man. Stunning, really. “Kyler?”
“It’s nice to meet you,” he says, shaking my hand. “Shall we?”
He offered to house us in the basement of the apartment building his sister manages. There’s a small living area she keeps for friends to stay, and it gives us an out if we’re completely incompatible but also offers comfort should we stay.
Stepping onto the elevator, I feel a flicker of hope that this app finally gave me a decent date. Up until now, every date has basically been a dumpster fire.
“So, what made you join the app?” I ask.
“To be honest, I have some self-esteem issues. I was a bit of a nerd in high school and didn’t really develop until my junior year of college. I was five-foot-four until I was eighteen, then shot up to six-one, but I was just skin and bones at that point.”
I glance at him as we stand shoulder to shoulder just as the doors shut. I think he’s developed just fine. He’s not a body builder, but he has nice biceps—the kind that look strong enough to hold me in certain positions.
Holly, stop! This isn’t just for sex.
Even as I tell myself that, I know I’m not going to put up much resistance. Sometimes, a girl just needs to be manhandled.
The elevator shakes and jolts, and I reach out to brace myself as I push my back into the corner, arms out with palms against the walls. Lights flicker a few times before going out completely, and a beeping fills the air. An emergency light turns on, but it’s very dim.
“Did you… arrange for this?” I ask, half-hoping he asked his sister to pull the emergency stop for realism’s sake.
The panic on Kyler’s face tells me he did not. In fact, it kills a bit of the appeal. He’s about forty seconds from a full-on panic attack.
“No.”
