Page 70 of Good Girl's Guide to Love
I should’ve hung up then. Actually, I should’ve hung up when I realized that I was baby- dialed and was listening to a conversation that was not intended for my ears. But apparently I’m a glutton for punishment. Because while I now know entertaining facts, like that Dr. Dipshit is a crier and can’t handle a blow job, I also know that Ainsley has been severely, and I mean severely, underappreciated in her relationships.
When I heard the sadness in her voice as she was admitting to her sisters the disappointment she had sexually in her pastrelationships, it broke my heart for her. How could a woman that good, that beautiful, not know what it was like to see fireworks? Have excitement? It kept me up all night. All I could see every time I closed my eyes was Ainsley coming apart by my fingers. My lips. My cock.
Me.
I couldn’t get the images out of my head. I took a cold shower. Well, I did after I jacked off in said shower. I tried to watch that damn show she has me hooked on. Hell, I even tried to read football plays. Nothing worked.
I’ve never been baffled by something like this. I don’t know how anyone who calls himself a man could be with a woman like Ainsley and not want to make sure she sees stars. If she were really mine, she wouldn’t know a day without them. She wouldn’t be able to leave my orbit without knowing how beautiful she is, inside and out. Because she is. She deserves the world.
A world I can’t give to her. I know that. But I can give her something else.
I can give her the stars.
I came up with that idea around five in the morning. I’d always felt like I was getting more out of this arrangement than she was. Maybe this is how I even the playing field?
That is, if she wants it. It’s her decision. But I did promise that I'd be the best fake boyfriend I could be. I feel like offering orgasms should be part of my duties. .
Which is why I’m here at her work, dinner and a sweet tea in hand.
I aimlessly wander the halls of labor and delivery for a second—the floor layout is much different than the others that I’ve visited here—but when I finally find my way to the nurses' station, it’s not Ainsley’s blonde hair I see. Instead, it’s a bad hair piece.
Oh! A bonus treat…
“Dr. Dipshit! Fancy seeing you here.”
He turns around, his face morphing into disgust at the sight of me.
“Kincaid.”
“Aw, you remember my name.” I croon as I lean against the desk, putting my delivery on the counter for him to see. “I’m honored.”
I watch as his face turns red. Man, it doesn’t take him much to make him mad. Oh! I wonder if I can make him cry? It can be like a couples activity that Ainsley and I share.
“What are you grinning about?” he spits out.
“Don’t you worry about it, buddy,” I say condescendingly, giving him a slap on the back. “Have you seen my girl? I haven’t talked to her all day. So I brought her dinner for us to share.”
If his face was red a few seconds ago, it’s about ready to explode now. “She’s not your girl.”
“Huh, that’s funny,” I say as I pull out my phone. “Then what’s this?”
I’ve never been so thankful for Katie sending me an article as I was driving over here. It’s of pictures from our date this past weekend, but the headline is new:
How Linc Kincaid and his new woman spent their weekend off.
“If she’s not my girl, then why isUS Dailywriting articles that she is? You know, my coach’s wife is an editor there. They wouldn’t print lies, especially about Fury players.”
Except they are, because we’re so damn good no one knows it.
Dipshit does his best to puff out his chest and step up to me. I might not be originally from the south, but I’ve been here long enough to know when a “bless your heart” is best used.
Bless his heart…
“I don’t know what you have on her, or why she’s doing this,” Dipshit spits out. “But this can’t go on forever.”
“Oh, but it can,” I say. Sometimes I scare myself with how good of a liar I am. Or how easily I’m able to pretend that what Ainsley and I have is real. “Do I deserve a woman like Ainsley? Hell no. She’s too good for me, so that I agree with you on. But I know when I have a good thing in front of me. And unlike some people, I know that I’d be a fucking fool to throw it away.”
Dipshit’s jaw ticks before a nurse steps up to us. “Dr. Ainsworth? You’re needed back on your floor.”
