Page 208 of Bridesmaid Undercover
I was the one-night girl, and that was it.
He left, I cried.
Then, a crazy miracle occurred because he came back in and kissed me.
Okay, great, we were kissing again. It was unexpected, but it was so much better than sitting in this pit of disappointment.
Then he pulled away, told me he liked me, but he couldn’t be with me.
He used Haisley as an excuse.
At that point, I completely blacked out and shut down.
Because what kind of roller coaster was that? He likes me, he doesn’t. He likes me, but he can’t. Jesus Christ, that’s not the kind of mental anguish I signed up for.
I mean…if you just wanted one night with me, then fine, take the night with me and move on.
But the many excuses—three to be exact—as to why he couldn’t be with me were just too much. Like, if you have to sayit three different ways, I get the hint. I’m not the girl you want. Just move on, because I am.
Well, at least that’s what I told myself.
And then the text messages, the emails…can you see the trend here?
It feels very toxic to me. He likes me but can’t be with me.Oh, I miss you, but I can’t be with you. Talk to me but I shouldn’t be talking to you.
Pardon my French, butfuck off, man.
And then…this is where my temper flared. This is when I was ready to knock him right in the nuts.
That’s right, ladies, the old one-two pow-pow to the junk.
He waltzed into my work and tried to bring me cronuts.
The freaking nerve!
The audacity.
As if I would eat his cronuts.
Sure, I might have let him touch me and go down on me, among other things, but that’s neither here nor there. I was caught up in the moment. The minute he tugged me onto his lap, I was a goner. Can you blame me? The best sex, remember? The best freaking sex of my life. I couldn’t pass that up.
Doesn’t mean I don’t still hate him.
Actually, after that round of him making me come on my desk—twice—I actually hate him more!
That’s right, I’m at that level of hate.
We went from acquaintances to friends to one-night lovers to…mortal enemies.
If he thought my knife hand to his throat in the car was suffocating, wait until he gets a load of what else is in my arsenal.
And I see the game he’s playing. I see him trying to get near me. Using a work event to see me in person. Pathetic.
Coming to my work with cronuts. Equally pathetic.
Using his friend’s wedding to force me to be near him. Positively desperate.I mean, seriously, man, these are all moves you made to get closer to Maple.
For all I know, Polly is going to disappear during this try-on session, and lo and behold, he’s going to swoop in and help me.
