Page 39 of Sexting His Son's Ex
She gives a tight smile, a hint of sadness in her eyes as they drift back to me, then Marlowe, then she leaves.
I frown, hating that we’ve ruined her night. “Think she will be, okay?”
“Who?” Marlowe asks, folding her hands on the table.
“The hostess. She seemed said after you said we were celebrating our friendship.”
“Oh, she’ll be okay. It sucks being lonely, but she won’t be lonely forever. What she’s feeling now is temporary. It’s fleeting. She’ll meet a friend she can count on. Friends sometimes come and gothroughout our lives; it’s the ones that want to be part of your family tree who stay and become a part of your history.”
I reach across the table for my best friend’s hand. “I’m so damn lucky to have you in my life.”
“Yes, you are,” she winks, squeezing my hand in return. “But I am too.”
The guilt begins to eat away at me about not telling her the truth. I have to tell someone and keeping this secret makes me feel like I’m lying to my best friend. That’s not something I do.
“I need to tell you something,” I begin, taking my hand away. Who knows, she might decide to up and leave me here alone.
A concerned expression bends her brows. “What’s wrong, Jovie?”
And of course, that’s when our server appears. He sets two flute glasses down, then pops the champagne and Marlowe cheers, clapping her hands together and her long black nails clink with every tap.
When the server is done, he places the bottle in an automatic chilled bucket, then pours us a small glass of sparkling water. “Good evening, ladies. Is this your first night with us?”
“It is,” we say in unison.
“Perfect. Welcome. Antoinette’s doesn’t have menus. Here is a list of all the courses we will be serving. If you have any allergens or food restrictions, please let me know now so I can inform the chef.”
“We have no restrictions. We’re ready for the best meal in the city,” I say.
“Excellent. Your first course will be out soon, please enjoy the champagne. I’ll be back to check on you soon.” He eyes Marlowe for a few seconds, a gleam of interest in his eyes. I glance at Marlowe to see her returning the flirtatious stare.
“I hope so,” Marlowe practically purrs.
“You can count on it.” He remains professional and backs away slowly.
Marlowe takes a sip of water. “He was cute. I might go home with him tonight.”
“Marlowe! It’s girl’s night. You can’t. We go home after this and continue the party,” I argue.
She rolls her eyes. “Then, tomorrow night I’ll go home with him. I’d never miss out girl night. You know that. Now, what did you want to tell me.” She raises her champagne glass. “To us. May our friendship last forever.”
Our glasses clink. “I’ll drink to that.” I take a small sip; my stomach twisted with nerves.
“Promise you won’t be mad at me?”
She leans on the table, eyeing me curiously. “What did you do, Jovie?”
I blow out a breath and look around, double checking that no one I know is around. “You know how I broke up with Luca?”
“Yes.” She tosses her hair over her shoulder. “Good riddance. What an asshole to do that to you.”
“And remember how I told you he came by to try to get back together.”
She groans. “Please, tell me, you did not get back together with him. Once a cheater, always a cheater, especially a guy like him.”
“No, no. We are done, but…”
Her big eyes round. “You had sex with him!”
