Page 12 of The Other Guy

She grins a mischievous little grin. “Might be fun to give him a dose of his own medicine.”

That makes me laugh. I have to admit, he does deserve it. “Well, there you have it. Your task, should you choose to accept, is to find this guy and turn the tables. Though, I’ll warn you that I’ve tried and can’t figure out what his number is. Maybe I’m wrong and he just chose some random number and he’s not even from around here.”

She sticks out her hand and gives my hand a hard shake. “Challenge accepted.”

We both crack up for a few moments but are interrupted when my phone buzzes across the bar top.

Our eyes both dart to it and see it come up as just a number once again.

But this time…

Unknown: Hey.

I look up and Sierra scrunches her nose up. “Is that a girl?”

“How the hell am I supposed to know?”

“Well, ask!”

“Just say: are you a boy or girl?”

She guffaws. “Yeah!”

“No, thanks.”

Me: Hey.

Unknown: I’m him.

My eyes shoot up to Sierra whose own are almost triple the size they were a second ago. “Holy shit! Give me that phone.” She lunges, trying to get the phone out of my hand but I pull it away.

“Settle down, crazy.”

She gasps and rears back. “You did not just call me crazy.”

“A spade’s a spade.”

“Jerk.”

Unknown: I just got my ass handed to me in the middle of a bar. Any idea why that would be?

Is he seriously blaming me for this right now? Like it’s my fault he’s been using me to play all these women?

Me: Huh. Not a clue. Unless you mean because you’ve been handing out my number to every girl you can find and tonight blew up in your face because you got caught?

Unknown: We had a good thing going.

Me: That’s debatable.

Unknown: So what do you say about continuing?

Me: You mean you giving your one-night stands my number for me to deal with the aftermath?

Unknown: Glad we’re in agreement.

What the…

Me: I said nothing of the sort, you dipshit.

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