Page 17 of Mr. Big Mistake
“Damn it, Clint. Shut the hell up!”
If you want her so badly, just fucking tell her.
“I can’t just bang her and leave her like I do with other chicks I want. She’s different! And she’s better than you.”
I flopped down onto the floor as my empty glass rolled away from my outstretched hand.
“She’s better than all of us,” I murmured.
If you want her so badly, just fucking tell her.
“Maybe I will then,” I whispered.
I didn’t know if I would. As I leaned against the smooth wall of my kitchen, I stared at my open pantry. It was empty. Barren. Filled with dust and cobwebs. I clocked a half-empty bag of flour, a couple cans of green beans, and a sucker. A fucking red sucker.
Kelly’s favorite.
“If you want her so badly, just fucking tell her,” I breathed.
Then, I laid down on the cold, marble kitchen floor and passed out.
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Kelly
“No, not like that. Damn it,” I murmured.
I scratched out the proposed idea and started sketching what I had initially brainstormed.
“Quit changing things,” I hissed.
I started sketching out other ideas of cute little pajama shorts and pants in the middle of crunching numbers. The website design for my online boutique had eaten up so much more of my budget than I had realized. And because of that, my business partner--and my only other investor--was making changes to my clothing designs she thought were cost appropriate.
At the expense of the fashion itself.
“Damn it, I’ll just email her,” I whispered.
Horns honked outside, and people were already cursing at one another, and it was only ten on a Wednesday morning. I tried to bury myself in work to not think about last night, but it was hard. I typed away on my keyboard and sent the email off to my business partner, letting her know not to touch my designs ever again. Not unless she wanted her money back and to be forced out.
But, you know, in a kind way.
I closed my eyes and drew in a deep breath. Then I slid off my bed and walked over to my window, closing it as quickly as I could. I pulled the blinds before I went to sit back down. And as I picked up my sketches, my cell phone started lighting up.
Usually, whenever my phone was on silent, I didn’t pick it up for anyone. I mean, there was a reason it was on silent in the first damn place. It was Roxy, though. Probably wanting to talk about last night.
And I really wanted to talk about last night.
“Hey there,” I said as I picked up the phone.
“Another working morning?” she asked.
I paused. “Where are you, by the way? I don’t hear you in the apartment.”
She snickered. “Girl, I’m gettin’ bagels and coffee. Where the hell do you think I am?”
I giggled. “Can you grab me a--.”
“Blueberry bagel with honey cream cheese and an everything bagel with ham and regular cream cheese? Yep. It’s already been done. I’m also heading back with an entire carafe of coffee from this place. Because I don’t know about you, but I need the pick-me-up after last night.”
