Page 20 of Summer with My Sexy Ex
She’s right.
“Are you okay?” He looks concerned as he takes a step toward me.
“Fine.” I back away.
Now, he looks confused.
Good. He should be.
Welcome to the real world, Toots.Blanche speaks up.Where shit happens that nobody understands. Like when a guy who is obviously attracted to you follows you into your closet on your birthday to cheer you up, then rejects you, claims not to love you,andsays he’ll never ever have sex with you for as long as he lives.
Thanks a lot, Blanche.That’s not exactly fun to relive.
But it’s also the salve I need to escape from Wyatt’s spell.
“I almost forgot I hate you.” I pull my unruly curls to the top of my head and fashion a messy bun secured in a knot. The benefits of coarse hair. “I let my guard down andalmostenjoyed your company forjusta moment.” I take a deep breath and let it out with a sigh. “A mistake that won’t happen again.”
This time, I walk away.
The corridor leading back to the patio isn’t that long, but I can feel his eyes on me the entire time, making me smile. I know the jeans I’m wearing do incredible things to my ass.
Now Wyatt knows it too.
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I order an Old Fashioned at the bar, the strongest drink I can think of that I won’t immediately guzzle to numb myself against tonight's events. Dinner was bad enough, but now we’re expected tomingleat thismixer,and I’m not in the mood.
A lot of people already appear to know one another, I get the impression many of the women are teachers at the same school as Taylor. And married with kids.
The problem with women like Taylor, at least for me, is they never believe I have arealjob.
I’m a true-crime podcaster known by my on-air name, Cassidy Cole, with a show called Felony Fanatic. What started as a hobby in college took off, and now I’ve got over ten million followers. I guarantee these women don’t have a clue how much work it takes to build that kind of audience. I make enough money to have a full-time assistant. Granted, it’s Darby, but I pay her a competitive salary. How many of these women could say that at my age?
Blanche:None.
“I thought that was you.” The couch cushion I’m on dips to one side, and I turn to see who the voice belongs to.
Aw, crap. This day truly can’t get any worse.
Blanche:Who the hell invited him?
“Hey, Pete,” I say weakly.
Pete Thompson is my ex from college. If he had his way, we’d still be together. If I had my way, we would never have gone out. But he was nice and persistent. And I wanted to get over—
Blanche:Don’t think it.We need to stop thinking his name.
We can’t just stop thinking his name.
Blanche:Of course, we can. Poof! He is now TMWSNBN – the man who shall not be named.
I don’t think it works that way.
Blanche:If you believe, you will achieve!
If you say so.
Blanche:Manifest that shit!
