Page 5 of Hot Hearts
“Well, I think it’s really clear what you’re up to. You’re all dressed up.”
“What do you want?”
“I want to talk.”
“I don’t have time right now.” I grab my purse sitting on the table next to the front door.
“Then we can meet up later.”
“There is no reason to meet up.” I close the door behind me, then lock it. "We're not a thing anymore."
"We were barely a thing, only dating. I didn't know we were exclusive." Felipe follows me as I make my way to the elevator.
"That's not the point." I push the elevator button over and over, knowing it doesn't help speed up its availability, but it feels nice to jam it hard repeatedly.
"What's the point?" Felipe's expression turns to one of bewilderment.
"You fucked my best friend. That should be off the table even if we weren't exclusive." Is my perspective unreasonable? I know I'm not big into the dating scene, and I stumbled into whateverit is you want to label what Felipe and I had going on, but I think anyone would call that crossing the line.
"It didn't mean anything. I have needs, and you're, well, ah—" I hurry into the elevator when the doors open. Sadly, Felipe does the same.
"What am I?" I cock my head, waiting to hear this.
"Cold."
That might be true. It was awkward with Felipe when he'd try to hold my hand or do anything affectionate. I chalked it up to me not being okay with PDA, but Brooks tossed that theory out the window with our elevator makeout session, which I'm sure cameras caught.
"You're right," I agree. I see a spark of surprise and maybe hope that I'm about to cave and give us another chance. That will never happen. "We don't connect. There is no spark. We should both walk away."
"I want to talk about this first. I've been thinking a lot about us." I haven't been. I only thought about it when people on TikTok asked about Felipe and where he was.
I never showed him in my videos, but he'd always tag me on TikTok and Instagram when he'd go try a restaurant with me. Since he wouldn't answer them, they are now asking me what's going on.
"Felipe, there is nothing to talk about." This conversation is getting old real quick.
"I'm serious, Slater; I've come to a conclusion on what is wrong with you." The elevator doors slide open, but I turn to fully face Felipe.
"What's wrong with me?" I can't wait to hear this.
"You're asexual. That has to be it."
"Because I didn't fall into your bed?" It takes everything I have in me not to burst into laughter. I keep myself in checkbecause it will only piss him off, and this conversation will stretch on.
"It's fine that you are, and that's why you're still a virgin, but we can come up with a plan. I can go do my thing discreetly, and we can still be together." He's lost his mind. "We're good together. We work. I miss us working together."
There it really is.
"We don't work together." Felipe enjoyed the places I could get into, and he wanted to go with me so he could do his own postings, trying to build up his own following. He loves the attention. I'm in it for the food. What can I say? A girl's got to eat.
"Slater—" I can see he's getting pissed off now.
"I have to go." I pause before I step out of the elevator. "Let your followers know we're not together."
"You don't want me to do that." There is a clear threat in his tone.
"I promise you, I do." With that, I turn to leave, and thankfully, he doesn't follow me.
One man down, and now a baby daddy to go.
