Page 20 of Dirty Money
The man turned to her, his handsome profile revealed a coy smile as the gorgeous woman placed a coffee cup in front of him. She put her hand on his knee to help boost herself into the tall stool. ‘What a beautiful couple’, Aullie thought.
Wait a minute.
She stopped in her tracks, resisting the urge to lean against the glass to get a closer look. When the man turned to face his stunning partner, Aullie realized she had been wrong before.
The man in the coffee shop, the man with a gorgeous woman putting her hands on him, was Weston!
Shock hit Aullie like a slap to the face. Sure, they’d only been on two dates, it wasn’t outlandish to think he may be seeing other people. The thought just hadn’t occurred to her. After all, he had been so committed to seeing her again.
She felt incredibly stupid. And how was she ever supposed to compete with a woman who looked like that? Aullie might’ve been confident enough in herself, but that woman was built like a goddess. How could any man deny someone so beautiful?
Aullie felt sick. She couldn’t seem to get her feet to move her away from this idyllic little scene that was causing so much pain in her chest.
The woman’s arms were crossed in front of her ample bosom, her face cast down toward the table. She seemed to be talking, but she was mostly turned away from Aullie.
When Weston rested his hand on her delicate forearm, Aullie lost it.
Any excuses she had made for him in her head went out the window with that one intimate gesture. She was done, totally and completely done with him. She waved with big, wide arm strokes, angrily trying for his attention.
‘I probably look like a crazy person’, she realized. She didn’t really care, though. Finally, after a couple seconds, he looked up. His face fell slightly, but he didn’t move.
Aullie flipped him the angriest middle finger she could manage and stalked away. She turned the corner around the shop, her rage quickened her pace as she walked home.
Weston didn’t follow her and how she wished she didn’t care.
