Page 21 of His Curvy Woman

After we’ve eaten, I excuse myself to use the restroom, and Julia says she’ll join me. Once we’ve used the restroom, we’re at the sink washing our hands when Julia looks up at me. “I love your dress, Whitley. Where did you get it?”

I smile and look at myself in the mirror. “Thank you. I found it online.”

“You know, you’re a lucky girl to be on a date with Hunter.”

That’s a weird way to put it. “Yeah, he’s a great guy,” I say, not sure where she’s going with this.

“It’s not like you’re married or anything. You only started dating this week.”

I cross my arms against my chest. “What are you trying to say?”

“I just don’t want you to get your hopes up for something more when it probably won’t last. Guys like him date a lot. Do you really see him settling down with a girl like you?”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“Sweetie take it easy. I’m not trying to be a bitch. I'm just being real. There’s no way a man as perfect-looking as him stays with a girl who is, well you know.”

“I really don’t. Why don’t you enlighten me?”

She dares to look uncomfortable and winces. “You’re a bigger woman Whitley. Go find yourself someone more in your league, that way you won’t have to worry if he’ll leave you for someone else later on.”

“I won’t tolerate you talking to me this way, and neither will my brother.”

She laughs, dropping the act, and her true colors finally shine through. “Who do you think he’ll believe, his sister or his girlfriend? I’ve got him so wrapped up he’ll believe anything I tell him. Just try and come between us and I’ll make it seem like you don’t like me and are starting drama just so we’ll break up.”

“He’ll never believe you over me.”

She arches her perfectly painted on eyebrows. “Really? Go out there and see what happens.”

I push past her and knock into her with my shoulder. I’m not going to stand here and listen to this bitch. I tried giving Julia a chance, but I was right the first night we met. On the way back to the table, I’m stopped by a waiter delivering food to a table, and I’m unable to get past. When I make it back to my table, Julia is already there beside Ramsey and is looking at me with concern. “Are you feeling better, Whitley?”

I give her a weird look. “What?”

“I was just telling Hunter that he should probably take you home since your stomach is bothering you.”

“Yeah baby, let’s get you home,” Hunter says and stands.

“I’m feeling fine.” I huff, frustrated that Julia got here first and has already started her shit.

“Don’t be tough, Lee. It’s okay that you aren’t feeling well.” He lays some bills on the table to cover our dinner. “Have a great night you guys, we’ll have to do this again.”

“Not on my life,” I mutter as Hunter guides us away from the table.

“We’re going to Beach Bums after this if you want to meet us there once you drop her off Hunter.” I hear Julia call out.

I’m so pissed. I’m more than pissed. I’m boiling mad, and I’m ready to blow.

“How are you feeling?” He asks once we get into the truck.

“I’m fine!” I shout, not meaning to yell at Hunter, but do, nonetheless.

“Take it easy, Lee, I’m just checking on you,” Hunter replies, sounding a little hurt.

I lean against the door of his truck with my arms crossed, watching the cars as Hunter drives. I’m so angry, tears well up in my eyes and a few fall down my cheeks. I wipe them away quickly, so he doesn’t see me crying. This was not how the night was supposed to go. The madder I get, the more I replay everything Julia said. In the silence of the truck, I start questioning if what she said could be true.

“I’d like to go home please.” I finally say.

“We are going home. You can take a nice hot bath-”

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