And a little crazy.
Me: That’s me—Decent Dean.
I’m not decent.
Right now, I’m about as far fromdecentas you can get.
Millie: I really am fine. I’m just… out of sorts. I don’t like the feeling.
Out of sorts.
After finding out her fiancé and her cousin/best friend have been sleeping together behind her back for basically their entire relationship, any other woman would be a complete fucking mess. Yelling and screaming. Crying, throwing up, and sliding down the wall.
Not Princess Millie.
She’s just out of sorts.
Me: Want me to send you a picture of my dick? Seeing it always cheers me up.
Millie: Sure—I could use a good laugh right about now.
I bark out a laugh when I read her reply, loud enough to earn myself a few withering glances.
Me: LOL who’s the asshole now?
Millie: Me. But to be fair, you’ve always brought out the worst in me.
Staring at her text for a few moments, I feel something heavy settle in my chest.
Me: Have you decided what you’re going to do?
Millie: Yes.
Marry him? Are you going to cave and marry that piece of shit? Is that what you’ve decided to do? Because sitting here, in a cathedral full of wedding guests, it looks a hell of a lot like you’re going to go ahead and marry him.
Before I can muster the guts to ask, she sends another text.
Millie: Are you here?
Me: Yeah. Stuck in the cheap seats with the rest of the peasants. Your Uncle Andy’s stormtroopers almost didn’t let me in.
Millie: I’m sorry. Do you want me to send someone to escort you to the front?
So I can have a front-row seat to watch you marry that cheating piece of shit? No thanks.
Me: Nope. I’m fine, right where I am.
Millie: Okay. It’s probably for the best, anyway. Paige told everyone that the two of you were together last night and that you kept her up until all hours with your “big dick” that you apparently “know how to use”. Aunt Reneé was less than pleased.
What the fuck? No wonder Paige’s mom tried to have me bounced.
Me: She’s lying. I wasn’t with Paige.
It’s true.
I wasn’t with anyone last night. I stayed home. WatchedBar Rescueand ordered Thai from the place across the street. When my neighbor, Becca, knocked on my door, I ignored her. It took her a few minutes, but she eventually got the hint and left me alone.
Millie: It’s none of my business. I shouldn’t have said anything. Paige is here. Thank you for coming. I know this is the last place you want to be.
