Page 12 of Don't Date Your Ex Best Friend
Your hair is longer than before and your smile is even wider.You looked so breathtaking, laughing without a care in this world.The same old dimples I loved—deeper than before as they poked your cheeks.Your golden skin was glowing.
Should I come talk to you?Would you scrunch your nose in that adorable way I know when I struggle to stumble words out of my lips?Would you look at me like a past lover or a stranger?
Maybe I shouldn’t get my heart broken today.Well,toolate.
Ethan
PART TWO
“I wish I had never loved you.”
1.YOU WILL USE THE SAFE WORD
ETHAN
Istared deadly at the pen stand, my heavy-lidded eyes barely staying up.Fuck.I need to sleep.Then I remembered how I had slept last night and smiled.
“Ethan!”
My skin jumped, my eyes fluttering open and blinking at my agent, Elliot Warner, with wide innocent eyes.I rubbed my eyes and shuffled in my seat.
I drawled, “What now?Am I getting detention again?”
He sighed audibly, a sign that I had fucked up badly this time.Not going to lie, I had been fucking up since last year, so he has been sighing a lot.I wouldn’t be surprised if I was the reason behind the white thinning hair on his sides.
“Not detention.But our sponsors are cutting the endorsement deals,” he ran a hand through his hair and sat down behind his massive oak wood desk and lit up a cigar.
The stench of smoke woke me up from the hangover, my skin crawling with the need to put the cigarette in between my lips and inhale—No, we are not going there, Ethan.
I replayed his words twice in my head and drank a glass of water.“Why the endorsement deals?I scored a gold medal, didn’t I?”
I don’t know why I even bothered asking that when I knew the answer.
I had fucked up.Big time.
Elliot smiled at me like a father would at his son.“You punched Richard fucking Jane.Did you forget about that when you spent time with Aretta last night?Seriously, Kane, what the fuck were you thinking?”
I slouched in my seat, looking at the lollipop wrapped in sparkly red paper.Of course, I remember it.How could I forget punching the famous celebrity reporter, Richard Jane.It felt so good doing it that I forgot his cameraman had the footage and leaked it on the internet, so I was on every celebrity news.
Ethan Kane, the twenty-five-year-old swim athlete and a model, punched Richard Jane, fleeing away from the scene to spend the night with the famous pop singer, Aretta.
I remember how it all started.Liam and I were invited to the VS fashion show as we were top swimmers after passing USA Swimming Olympic Trials with A-Level qualification standards.But he bailed on me at the last moment as he had some issues with his family to deal with and couldn’t arrive there.
“How did you sleep last night?”Elliot asked, his voice stern while he watched me with his piercing coal black eyes.
I smiled thinking about last night.About Aretta.I ran my hand through my hair and smirked at him, “I slept like a baby.”
He gave me the briefest smile.“Touché.Hope you had fun last night, Kane, because you need to clean up your act or your sponsors are cutting you out of the endorsement deals.”
I frowned, my head still throbbing slightly from the little alcohol I had last night.“Clean up what act?”
He leaned back in his chair and I knew I was about to get a lecture.“Oh, let me think.Last month you slept with Chris Moore’s wife, and then your dick didn’t have enough so you slept with his twenty-one-year-old daughter a week later, officially removing you from his modelling gig.Not to mention,Julian.You were drunk and flirted with a female cop and slept with her in the back of her cop car.Do you know how hard it was for me to clean that up?And last night, you punched RichardfuckingJane in front of his cameraman, and every news, fashion and fitness magazine is talking about you.”
I flashed him a grin.
He glared at me.
My grin dropped.I sighed, keeping my elbows on his large oak wood desk.“Okay, first of all, Chris Moore’s wife is hot; you have seen her.How could I resist when she wanted me to fuck her on her bed?And the daughter was really sweet.We were both tipsy after a party and it just happened.About Julian,um, long story short.Someone caught her with her handcuffed to the door because we lost the key.Not to mention, Richard deserved it.”
