Page 58 of Old-Fashioned

To that, I rolled my eyes, but inside I was giddy with excitement.

And I was right, we were slow, which was the perfect time to tell everyone what happened at Caelan’s a few nights ago.

I was still laughing after he sent the video after telling what happened first.

See, the kind of man Caelan is and how famous he is, he had cameras all over his property and inside his house.

“So, he invites her to his house, right? Makes steak, a baked potato, and asparagus.” I told Isla, Frank, Shelly, Abel, Jones, Gracie, our new waitress.

Frank nodded, “Okay, sounds like a damned good meal. What’s the fucking problem?”

I snickered, “She takes one bite of his steak, and immediately, spits it out on her plate.”

“Oh fuck,” Isla muttered.

I snickered again, “But wait, it gets better.”

Abel was the one to gape at me, “How the hell does it get better?”

I giggled, “So she grabs her plate, doesn’t say a word to him, goes into his kitchen, and leaves him sitting there. And because he has manners, he waits on her, and because he couldn’t believe what had just happened, he doesn’t touch his food.”

They all were listening and invested into the story, so I kept going,

“Anyway, while she’s in his kitchen, she dumps the food he made in the trash can, raids his fridge, finds some chicken, and veggies, and cooks a meal for herself.”

Jones huffed, “That’s fucking cold.”

It was fucking cold, so I nodded in agreement, however, what I didn’t know as I was telling the story was that Caelan had walked in, and not even a minute later, the woman walked in.

Without knowing that, I kept talking, “And here’s the shitty part of it all, she doesn’t go back out to his back deck, no, she pulls a stool up at his island, with him still sitting out there, still, not touching his food, and she proceeds to eat everything.”

“Only until she’s eaten her food, does she put her plate in the sink, mind you, she puts the dishes she dirtied in his sink minus the pan she used and a spoon. Then goes to the back deck, opens the slider, and says, I made chicken and veggies, there’s more on the stove if you want it, seeing as you didn’t touch your food. Have a good night.”

“What a fucking bitch.” I snickered at Abel’s words.

Then, he looked at me and asked, “It gets worse, doesn’t it?”

They all agreed and nodded.

“Oh yeah, so the next day, he gets off work, gets home, pops a top on his beer, relaxes back, and checks his phone.”

And that was when I realized that Caelan was here when he said, “I wondered how long it would take you to share at Talkin’ Thursday’s.”

I chuckled, “She texted him twenty-five times wanting to know if he wanted to come to her apartment and have dinner with her. Wanted to know if he preferred to clean up his pubes in the shower or at the bathroom sink. And asked him if he’s okay with sleeping on the right side of the bed since the left side was hers.”

And that was when I heard a woman gasp.

Every head turned in the direction the gasp came from and that was when I realized it was the same woman.

Oops.

The woman looked at Caelan and screeched, “You told her?”

“Girl, she’s one of my best friends, and when my brother pops the question, she’ll be my sister, so yeah, I fucking told her. I couldn’t believe that shit fucking happened. Besides,…”

She didn’t let him finish, “Oh, so I’m not Darlin’ anymore? I’m just girl?”

“Anyone who acted like you did? Yeah, you’re damn right. You lost any chance with me.”

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