Page 23 of His Curvy Woman

Chapter 10

Hunter

Something happened in that bathroom.I wouldn’t put it past Julia to have said something to my woman. I didn’t believe her when she told us that Whitley got sick, but I was ready to get the hell out of there. I think about texting Ramsey to ask him about it but decide not to. He’s probably still with Julia, and I doubt he’ll be checking his phone any time soon. Did she really think I’d leave Whitley at home “sick” and come back out to party?

Shaking my head, I pull into my garage and park. I grab a beer from the fridge and sit on the couch while I watch something on TV, I have no idea what I’m watching because I keep thinking about Whitley and what she said tonight. It pissed me off when she said she needed space, space for what? I finish my beer and go to bed. Before I fall asleep, I text Whitley.

Me: Sweet dreams, baby.

I don’t wait for her to reply. Instead, I toss my phone on my nightstand and try to sleep. Sleep doesn’t come easy, though. I’m up half the night tossing and turning, wondering if there’s something I could have done or said differently so that tonight would have had a different outcome.

When I wake up at half-past six and don’t see a reply from Whitley, I try not to let it bother me. I go to the gym and work out. When I’m finished two hours later and still haven’t heard from her, I start to wonder what is going on. I do some laundry and pick up around the house, but that doesn’t take me long since there’s not much here.

Trying to give her the “space” she needs, I go grocery shopping and pick up all of the things on the list we made that can be purchased at the grocery store. Once I’m home, and all the groceries are put away, I have a well-stocked pantry and fridge, but my house is empty, and there’s no one to share it with. The only person I want next to me isn’t here. I could go furniture shopping, but I refuse to do that without her.

Fuck it. I’ve waited long enough, either Whitley is ignoring me, or something happened to her. I try calling her, but she doesn’t answer. When I text her, and they go unread for over a half-hour, I pocket my keys and jump in my truck. Enough is enough.

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Whitley

I wakeup to tears falling down my cheeks. I kick out of my sheets and blanket and stomp to the bathroom. By the time I’ve finished and brushed my teeth, I’m calmer, realizing it was only a dream. An awful dream that still has me ready to hit a bitch, but only a dream. I don’t even bother grabbing my phone before I walk over to my parent’s house and knock on the sliding glass door before walking in. Mom has country music playing in the background and is standing at the stove, flipping bacon. Even the smell of bacon can’t get me out of this funk.

“There’s coffee in the pot if you need a cup.” Mom calls while keeping her eyes on what she’s cooking.

I need coffee, but I need her more. I wrap her in a side hug and hold her tight. “Hey honey, I didn’t expect to see you this morning.” She says and kisses the side of my head.

“Hug me. I need a mom hug.” I grumble into her shirt.

She laughs and puts the tongs down, then turns and engulfs me in the hug I need. This is the hug of all hugs, the kind that only your momma can give you. “What’s wrong, baby girl?” She asks while rubbing my back.

“Nothing. Everything. I don’t know mom.” I say and let out a heavy sigh.

She pulls back and grips my arms. “What happened Whitley?” She asks sternly.

“Hunter cheated on me in my dream with Ramsey’s stupid twat girlfriend. Ramsey stood there drinking a beer acting like nothing wrong was happening in front of him.”

“Well, that’s descriptive.” My mom says, arching her eyebrows as high as they will go.

“Last night was the worst.” I groan and dramatically fall down into a chair at the bar.

Mom grabs her tongs and pulls the bacon out of the pan then rolls her tongs at me. “Well get on with it. I don’t have all day to listen to you pout about something that didn’t even happen.”

“You owe this to me. You’ve never had to sit and listen to me whine about guys when I was growing up. Not once. So, you’re going to sit here and listen to all my petty bullshit and then make me feel better afterward.” I shout and hit my fist on the bar for added emphasis.

“That’s because the only guy you would have done this about was in freaking Arizona and too damn old for you at the time.” She shouts back.

“You knew?” I screech, my eyes going wide as I stare at her in shock.

She rolls her eyes. “Please, like you could hide that mile wide, canyon deep crush from me. I’m only surprised no one else noticed.”

I lay my head against my forearms and groan.

“I’m not going to delve into your dream, because it’s pretty obvious what that was about. So, tell me what happened at dinner last night.”

I sit up in my seat and tell her everything that happened at the restaurant, the drive home, and finally how we left things when Hunter dropped me off. She doesn’t say anything even though I can tell she’s dying to.

“What do you need me to say to make you feel better?”

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