GoodReadShe could not believe Jeffrey had missed it, but there he went, starting the car and driving off without the slightest hesitation.
Cold, that was what Karen thought of Jeffrey at that moment.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtA nearly inaudible sigh escaped her lips, sending Jeffrey into an immediate panic.
Especially since he remembered that his ex had left the diner when Karen had excused herself to the restroom.
Could they have run into each other? "Ahem, um, about when you went to the restroom..." "I bumped into your ex," Karen finished for him.
There it was. He knew it! Damn it, they should not have come here! "She mentioned you two were together for three years, right?" Karen recalled the pride in the other woman's voice.
"Don't listen to her crap! It was a fling, a few months tops. She's my buddy's cousin. We kept running into each other after the split. She insisted on playing the girlfriend card, and | had no way to stop it!" Karen clicked her tongue. "Hold on, don't think you can gloss over the details." "What details?" Leaning back in her seat, she smirked. "Let me guess, you two hooked up again after breaking up, didn’t you? Despite saying you've been avoiding her." Jeffrey felt like Karen had missed her calling as a detective. "Did she tell you that?" "Not exactly, but when she says three years, and you say a few months, it's obvious that you ended up back in bed at some point during those three years. And in a girl's mind, that means you were together the whole time, just ‘on a break’ during the fights." "l was drunk that night! Woke up, saw her, and nearly died of fright." That was no lie; Jeffrey had thought he had snagged a new girl at the bar, what with the dim lights and all. When he woke up and saw her, he ran out so fast his head spun! He had been dreading her clinginess, and now it was worse than ever.
He tried to give her money afterward, but she would not take it, acting like she would wait for him forever. Jeffrey was terrified, avoiding his regular bar for weeks.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmKaren tilted her head, observing him, making him squirm.
"I'm not lying, for real!" "I'm not saying you are. I'm just wondering when you were drunk and ended up with her, you wore a rubber, right?" Jeffrey paused, then nodded. "Yeah." Right? He must have. That was his rule when playing the field — no risks.
Karen let out a breath and closed her eyes in the passenger seat. "I'm gonna take a quick nap. Wake me when we get there." "Sure." At a red light, Jeffrey stole a glance at Karen. He wanted to ask if she was mad or genuinely indifferent. He could not tell.
But if she said she was angry, he would have to sweet-talk her, and if she said she did not care, he would be upset. Would that not mean she did not care about him at all? It was best not to ask, then. That was the safest bet.
Pulling into the mansion's garage, Jeffrey was about to wake Karen when his phone lit up — a WhatsApp message.
It was from the friend whose birthday party they had left.
[Jeffrey, Paige was looking for you and said it was important to talk in person. Saw your fiancée there, so didn’t mention it.] Paige Taylor, his ex from earlier that evening.
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