Page 88 of Meet Hate Love
I’m going to fucking kill you!
Because Grace, Blake’s sister, was his Number Nine.
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Margot hadn’t believedme when I’d texted that it was my roommate who’d knocked up Grace, not me. And Blake had ignored every text I’d sent telling her the same.
As for the onslaught of messages I’d sent Theo, they remained unread. My calls had gone directly to voicemail. By the time I’d landed at JFK, I’d given up trying to get in touch with any of them.
Fuming, I stepped inside my apartment. I dropped my backpack to the floor, then chucked my keys to the entranceway table.
Theo’s head popped around the corner of the kitchen, queso dripping from his chin. “Hey, man. How’s Grandma?”
I took a step toward him. “Why in the ever-loving-fuck would Blake think I got her sister—Grace—pregnant?”
His face blanched as he closed the fridge. “They’re sisters?”
“Theo?”
He slowly backed away from me, putting the kitchen island between us.
“Why would Blake think I was the one who knocked up her sister?”
When he went to take off, I launched myself over the island and grabbed the back of his shirt.
He screamed, then dropped to the floor, covering his head. “I may have used the whole, My Dick Travels thing to pick up girls.” He peeked up from underneath his arm, grinning like a shithead. “You’d be surprised how many girls find that really hot.”
“You dick!” I reared back and socked him in the side. It was the least he deserved for potentially ruining my life.
“Fuck, man.” He rolled onto his side on a groan. “I’m sorry.”
I put my full weight on his body when I shoved to my feet. “Why the hell would you do that?”
“It’s not like anyone knows who you are. And it’s way more interesting than telling some girl I’m an architect.”
“An architect is a good job, you fucking idiot!”
“Yeah, but it makes me look like boyfriend material.” He sat up in the middle of the living room, still holding his ribs. “A dick solicitor doesn’t.”
At times like that, I really questioned why I was friends with him.
I collapsed onto the sofa, then dragged an agitated hand through my hair. This needed to be fixed. Now. “Where’s your phone?”
“Dead.”
I glared across the room at him. “Go charge it.”
Theo staggered to his feet and swiped his phone from the coffee table. “Has anyone told you that you have anger problems?”
“I will punch you in the face, Theo.”
He pointed at me with widened eyes. “See. Angry.” Then he shielded his face like he’d expected me to chuck something at him from across the room.
“Just plug in your damn phone.”
He went to the charging dock on the island and hooked up his phone. “Okay, I’m turning it on…”
I dug my phone from my pocket and tossed it to him. “Get Blake’s number, call her, and explain what an idiot you are.”
