“Can you cut the tag off this?”
I always do that. I manage to get the dress on before cutting the tags off. Thank god James was getting ready with me and I didn’t have to peel the faux leatherette dress off and get it on again.
I would have probably needed the kitchen oil spray to make that happen successfully.
“I’m so happy you got this. You look so sexy in it.”
James is gay, and not at all attracted to me, but the man knew when this woman was working it. “Do you think I might get laid tonight?”
James laughed.
“Oh yes, pick up one of Taylor’s friends. Wait and see how long it takes for that news to get back to Douglas.”
We both laughed but something inside me didn’t hate the idea of cheating on my boyfriend tonight. I mean, I didn’t actually want to cheat on him. I was crazy about him.
He was my world.
But I wasn’t his world right now.
He fucked off to Singapore yesterday without telling me. He’s not exactly telling me anything right now. I could be in the middle of Whoop Whoop and he wouldn’t know.
Or care.
But even if a man did take the slightest interest in me, a little jealousy couldn’t hurt the cause. And it would surely get back to him. His brother was hosting the dinner.
Taylor was the perfect blabber mouth.
“I couldn’t do that to him. I hate him right now. I hate what he’s doing to me. I hate the guessing games and feeling like I’m in relationship limbo. Despite all of that, and fuck loads more, I’m not going to cheat. In a way, that would make him the winner. That doesn’t seem fair.”
I couldn’t believe I said that last part out loud. Thankfully, James wasn’t one to judge. He knew better than anyone there were always winners and losers in love.
That’s the whole reason he is still single and not sure whether he’s even looking for anyone to settle down with.
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