Prologue
WILL
“Friend, you are the king of petty. Do you really have that man saved as ‘do not answer’?” my best friend Oscar snickered.
“Sure do. Sometimes I am too tempted to pick up,” I told him.
I glanced down at the bar and watched as my phone rang for what seemed like the hundredth time tonight. It had been nine months since I had lefthim. It was a struggle to stay away, but somehow I had managed to stick to my word this time. Truth is, I’d tried leaving him several times, but he had a hold on me.
He was the first thing I thought about in the morning and the last thing before I closed my eyes at night. I’d never had this problem before. Whenever I cut a man off, I could usually do it without blinking an eye. With each day, I felt myself sinking deeper and deeper into depression. Even though I knew I could no longer be with him, I still craved him.
My phone buzzed again, gaining my attention.
Do Not Answer: Dimples, please talk to me. I’ve been calling you all day. I really need to see you.
Honestly, I was shocked that he was contacting me again. When I first ended things, he was relentless in his attempts to get me back. He even caused a scene at my best friend Alice's wedding reception. Then,poof,he went radio silent. No calls. No text. No pop-up visits to my home. It seemed he had given up. That was four months ago, and now he was back at it. I was thoroughly confused.
No matter how much I wanted to find out what caused his sudden interest in me again, I had to be strong. I had already wasted two years of my life with him. I swore I would never be someone's dirty little secret, and there I was for two years eating my own words.
Could you imagine being with someone and every time you were in public, they acted as if you didn’t exist? Every day with him, I started to lose more and more of myself. I didn’t even recognize myself anymore. How could you say you loved me in one breath and then, in the next, say you didn’t want anyone to know about us?
It was a heartbreaking cycle that never ended. Well, that was until nine months ago.
Suddenly, Oscar started waving his hands in my face, breaking my thoughts. “No, no, no, no. We are here to cut loose and forget about our man problems. Tuck that phone into your back pocket and let's hit the dance floor,” he demanded as he downed the last of his drink. He stared at me with a raised brow, daring me to argue with him.
I chuckled, finishing off my drink. “You’re right. For at least one night, I am not going to think about him.”
“There you go! Now, let's dance.”
I let Oscar lead me to the dance floor, where we cut up for hours. This was what we did together. We’d known each other since we were six. He wasn’t just my best friend. He was like a brother to me.
Somehow, we ended up with our own dance partners. I welcomed the very tall and handsome distraction. Just because I was going through the motions with my breakup didn’t mean I wasn’t going to mingle.
“You coming home with me?” Mr. Pretty Eyes huskily whispered in my ear.
I had yet to ask for his name, so Mr. Pretty Eyes it was. I ground my ass into his pelvis, feeling my effect on him. “Not tonight. I have an early morning,” I said as I stepped away.
A look of disappointment washed over his face. “Well, can I at least get your number?”
I thought it over for a second and shrugged. “Sure.”
After he promised to call me soon, he made his way off the dance floor. I turned to Oscar, who was practically fucking on the dance floor. Smiling, I shook my head and pulled him away from his dance partner.
“What the hell, Will? I was seconds from becoming pregnant!” he sassed.
I threw my head back, roaring with laughter. “Oscar, I don’t know how many times I’m going to have to tell you, you don’t have any damn ovaries. I don’t care how gay your spirit is.”
He threw his hand up, rolling his eyes. “Whatever. Why did you pull me away?”
“I was just letting you know I was about to head out and?—”
“Great! Because I’ve been ready to leave. This man has been whispering all kinds of filthy, dirty things in my ear, and I’m ready to experience every single last one of them.” He turned to his partner and asked, “You ready to show me?”
The man grinned while looking my best friend up and down like he was ready to devour him. He wrapped an arm around Oscar's waist and squeezed his ass while delivering a kiss to his neck.
“Oookaay,” I dragged out. “That’s my cue.”
I turned around and made my way off the dance floor with Oscar and his new boy toy right behind me. Once we were outside, I gave Oscar a hug goodbye. I made sure to keep plenty of space between us. I could see the proof of his arousal in those tight leather pants.
