I waited for the truck to warm up. Now what did she want?
Chloe: Fine. Forget I asked.
Good. That did it then. I was out. Free of the melodrama that encompassed Chloe McCarthy. I should’ve felt relieved. Happy, even.
The only problem with it was that this girl had been in the back of my mind for the last few months. Seeing her this morning brought her to the forefront. It triggered something that I didn’t even realize was there.
Hell, hearing what Logan said damn near made me sick. And the worst part? Her supposed lies weren’t the only thing that gave me that reaction. The thought of him doing with her what I had pictured doing with her ever since our night at Ricci’s was what killed me more.
I didn’t know what the hell to believe, and I needed to stop caring about it. But still. I couldn’t help but get excited over the fact that she wanted me to be there with her. And I was genuinely disappointed that I had to tell her no. With the story that Logan told me, there was no way I’d go running to satiate whatever visceral craving I currently had to be around her.
My phone buzzed again.
Chloe: The next time you feel the urge to tell someone to call you if they need you? Do me a favor. Don’t.
“Ah, fuck,” I grumbled. I did tell her to call me, didn’t I? And I was being a dick.
In all reality, she wanted Logan, not me. There was no reason for me to think about her the way I was thinking about her—it just wasn’t gonna happen. For many reasons. The primary one being I enjoy my drama-free life. And she was all drama. It was probably just my cock putting those thoughts in my mind anyway. She is a hot little piece, and I am, after all, a man. Who could blame me?
I had nothing to do with whatever happened with her and Logan…and I could be a friend to both of them. Time to let those kinds of thoughts go.
Me: You’re right. I said that. And I meant it. What do you need, Pink?
Chloe: I need you to stop calling me Pink. You know my name.
Me: But your hair. It makes total sense.
Chloe: What if I say please?
Me: Not gonna make any promises, Princess ;)
Chloe: Seriously kicking myself for contacting you right now.
Me: Aw, c’mon. You’re not mad at me, are ya? How about a truce?
Chloe: Okay. Truce.
Me: I’ll come over. But only on one condition.
Chloe: I’m listening.
Me: I get to call you Pink.
Chloe: Fine, but if I hear Princess again, I might puke.
Me: Damn, that was easy! Where’d your spunk go, woman? In that case, I’ve got another condition.
Chloe: Not feeling too spunky today. What’s your condition?
Me: You answer the door in your underwear when I get there?
Chloe: Nice try. Um, no.
Me: Hey Pink?
Chloe: Oh God. This should be good. What?
Me: Tell me that made you laugh.
Chloe: Still laughing, you dope.
Me: Good. I’ll be over in an hour.
CHAPTER NINE
~Chloe~
Present Day
An hour? I had to wait an hour? What the hell was I going to do until he got here? I was already feeling stupid as hell for reaching out to him in the first place. I knew the second I hit “send” that it was a mistake. Who just asks some random guy to come over for no reason at all? Who does that?
Okay, so maybe he wasn’t just some random guy, but other than seeing him this morning, we hadn’t spoked in two months. He did say I could call him, but I doubt he was actually expecting me to. At the very least, I could’ve asked him to fix my dishwasher or used some other excuse rather than my lame “come over” message.
Wow, my game was completely off today. My exhaustion, mixed with my thoughts of Logan and Ryan, had worn on me in a major way, and I couldn’t think straight to save my life. I wish I could stop thinking all together so that I could actually get
Chloe: Fine. Forget I asked.
Good. That did it then. I was out. Free of the melodrama that encompassed Chloe McCarthy. I should’ve felt relieved. Happy, even.
The only problem with it was that this girl had been in the back of my mind for the last few months. Seeing her this morning brought her to the forefront. It triggered something that I didn’t even realize was there.
Hell, hearing what Logan said damn near made me sick. And the worst part? Her supposed lies weren’t the only thing that gave me that reaction. The thought of him doing with her what I had pictured doing with her ever since our night at Ricci’s was what killed me more.
I didn’t know what the hell to believe, and I needed to stop caring about it. But still. I couldn’t help but get excited over the fact that she wanted me to be there with her. And I was genuinely disappointed that I had to tell her no. With the story that Logan told me, there was no way I’d go running to satiate whatever visceral craving I currently had to be around her.
My phone buzzed again.
Chloe: The next time you feel the urge to tell someone to call you if they need you? Do me a favor. Don’t.
“Ah, fuck,” I grumbled. I did tell her to call me, didn’t I? And I was being a dick.
In all reality, she wanted Logan, not me. There was no reason for me to think about her the way I was thinking about her—it just wasn’t gonna happen. For many reasons. The primary one being I enjoy my drama-free life. And she was all drama. It was probably just my cock putting those thoughts in my mind anyway. She is a hot little piece, and I am, after all, a man. Who could blame me?
I had nothing to do with whatever happened with her and Logan…and I could be a friend to both of them. Time to let those kinds of thoughts go.
Me: You’re right. I said that. And I meant it. What do you need, Pink?
Chloe: I need you to stop calling me Pink. You know my name.
Me: But your hair. It makes total sense.
Chloe: What if I say please?
Me: Not gonna make any promises, Princess ;)
Chloe: Seriously kicking myself for contacting you right now.
Me: Aw, c’mon. You’re not mad at me, are ya? How about a truce?
Chloe: Okay. Truce.
Me: I’ll come over. But only on one condition.
Chloe: I’m listening.
Me: I get to call you Pink.
Chloe: Fine, but if I hear Princess again, I might puke.
Me: Damn, that was easy! Where’d your spunk go, woman? In that case, I’ve got another condition.
Chloe: Not feeling too spunky today. What’s your condition?
Me: You answer the door in your underwear when I get there?
Chloe: Nice try. Um, no.
Me: Hey Pink?
Chloe: Oh God. This should be good. What?
Me: Tell me that made you laugh.
Chloe: Still laughing, you dope.
Me: Good. I’ll be over in an hour.
CHAPTER NINE
~Chloe~
Present Day
An hour? I had to wait an hour? What the hell was I going to do until he got here? I was already feeling stupid as hell for reaching out to him in the first place. I knew the second I hit “send” that it was a mistake. Who just asks some random guy to come over for no reason at all? Who does that?
Okay, so maybe he wasn’t just some random guy, but other than seeing him this morning, we hadn’t spoked in two months. He did say I could call him, but I doubt he was actually expecting me to. At the very least, I could’ve asked him to fix my dishwasher or used some other excuse rather than my lame “come over” message.
Wow, my game was completely off today. My exhaustion, mixed with my thoughts of Logan and Ryan, had worn on me in a major way, and I couldn’t think straight to save my life. I wish I could stop thinking all together so that I could actually get
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