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454 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 1, 2021
Last I heard, Sammy-boy was out slutting it up all over Atlanta, the Hollywood Hills, some dodgy beach in California, more beaches in Florida, and even at some wild party in Vancouver.
“No. Look, you aren’t a troll, but you’re still not my type at all.” He glanced at the door to the office and back at me. “You saw Aria, and all those other women. Let’s be real here, none of them look anything like you.”
Mina: Okay then, I’ll just be the napkin cleaning up everyone else’s messes and then tossed aside when I’m no longer useful. Actually, that’s pretty accurate.
Apparently, I wasn’t welcome either since panicked eyes flicked from me to somewhere off to the left. I followed Wes’s line of sight and found my future husband standing there entertaining two leggy brunettes by the blackjack tables.
“Don’t worry, I’m used to his infidelity,” I countered. “You’re not hurting my feelings.” “How could you allow him to do that?” The other woman asked. “Because I don’t give a shit about him,” I informed them. “I barely know him. Why would I care? I’m just marrying him because he’s a convenience.”
“Good call, having your Vegas hookups come to the wedding. Thanks for ruining the five peaceful moments I had today.”
“No, you listen, I get that we needed another witness, but using women you hooked up with – or planned to hook up with – was,” I took in a deep breath, trying to find the right word, and failing. “It was so disrespectful to me. I can’t even comprehend putting another human being in that position. If you thought I needed a reminder of where I stand, I assure you I did not. You’ve made yourself perfectly clear how you feel about me and this marriage.”
My husband’s best friend was standing there, having just gotten out of the silver BMW that was parked in front of the building. He glanced up and saw me, clearly shocked by my presence for some reason. That reason became apparent when my husband removed himself from the back seat and attempted to peel off the woman who was in there with him. She looked like a damn octopus, trying to drag him back inside the car with her.
I also couldn’t believe, after everything we had discussed, and all that he had on the line, that he would make such a public display of his bullshit again.
“You weren’t supposed to make me look like a fool who condones the cheating bullshit, and you already managed to screw that up. Now, I either have to get a quick annulment from you or look like a complete and total idiot who believes your lies when you cheat.”
“Why don’t you have anyone, Mina?” “Because people are very disappointing,”
“I won’t tell you nothing happened with her, because I won’t lie, or insult your intelligence. But it wasn’t what you’re probably thinking either. We kissed. She kissed me, and I let it happen, because damn it she was the woman I had planned on marrying not even a year ago. Being intoxicated helped me forget why it was that I never got around to asking her to marry me.”
I just stared at him, as if kissing another woman, having her publicly sit on his lap, or so obviously taking her to his room wasn’t enough?
“I didn’t speak to you, that’s true. I also didn’t cheat on you at any point, even though I had every reason to.”
“First of all, I didn’t cheat – not really. Secondly, why do you even care? You said yourself that you don’t have any friends, so who’s really going to judge you?
If you want me to promise to only fuck you in the future, I’ll fucking agree to it. It has to be better than going through all this drama all the time.”
While they spoke, I searched my husband’s name in conjunction with Canoe, and sure enough, there were tons of pictures with him bringing different women to this very spot. Maybe not the exact table, but he could certainly be called a regular and even though I was his wife, which didn’t matter since this was our first official date, I suddenly felt like I was just another bimbo he brought here.
“This is where you bring all your dates, or a good portion of them, isn’t it?”
It wasn’t special. More importantly, it sucked to know that our first date hadn’t been special, or that I had not been worthy of any kind of forethought before he took me out. If I had been, common sense should have ruled this place out in his mind.
“Now, you’re embarrassed to be seen with me?” “I just don’t want to be one of the many women,” I whispered, while trying not to cause a scene.
It was a veritable collage of Tucker and a ridiculous number of women leaving this very establishment together.