Page 134 of My Rules

The only thing I do know is that this is a living nightmare.

“So, Henley,” Winston says. “Do you have any spare prescriptions from Blake?”

“What?” I screw up my face. “Give it a rest already, you sex maniac.”

Henley frowns over at Winston. “Why would I have a prescription?”

“Well, you just got back from your honeymoon. Surely he wrote you a script for Viagra.”

“I still have all my senses, Winston, and an insanely hot wife. Viagra is hopefully a good twenty years away for me yet,” Henley mutters dryly.

I tap the top of my beer bottle with his and take a sip.

He leans in close so only I can hear. “For the record, I will be stealing those prescriptions when it gets to that stage,” Henley adds.

“Trust me.” I sip my beer. “I’ll already be on it.”

I pull up to the curb at Kayla’s, and before I can get out of the car, she jumps down her front steps. “Hello.” She smiles happily.

“Hi,” I grumble.

“What’s wrong with you?” she asks.

“This is not working.”

“It is, trust me.”

“I don’t know how I let you talk me into this harebrained idea. Rebecca is not jealous one single bit. In fact, she said that he’s the one.”

“Oh please,” Kayla scoffs. “She spent all night watching you. Trust me, he is not the one.”

I pull out into traffic, and we drive for a little while.

“What’s the plan of attack tonight?” I ask.

“Okay, so I’ve been thinking about this, and I think the best way to go is for you to be all over me.”

“Do you know how hard it is for me to be all over you when she’s right in front of me?” I snap angrily. “Nothing has been harder than kissing you in front of her. It fucking kills me.”

“You are so sweetly pathetic.” She rolls her eyes. “Where’s my Blake the fuckboy prick that I’ve always loved?”

“Listen, don’t get fucking smart. Are you going to help me or not?”

“I’m here, aren’t I?”

“I guess. For some reason, I get the sinking feeling that tonight’s going to go to shit.” I sigh as I turn the corner.

“Stop thinking like that. It’s easy. We walk in there, and you’re all over me. I’m telling you, she’s jealous. One more night and you’re going to have her in the palm of your hand.”

“And if I don’t?”

“Then our plan backfired, and you probably pushed her into his arms.”

“Oh, just great.” I drag my hand down my face in disgust.

Kayla and I used to fuck, for a long time actually. But we were never romantically involved. She was a friend with benefits. Funnily enough, she used me a couple of years ago to make her crush jealous, and they ended up falling madly in love. It wasn’t forever, though, and they just recently broke up, so I thought I would return the favor.

She isn’t even a nurse; she works in a pharmacy as a dispensary assistant, and yes, she’s an excellent catch, but she’s definitely not the woman I want to settle down with.

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