Page 25 of Rejected Pretend Mate

Fuck.

"Shit, sorry." I quickly placed money down for my soda. Not that I was going to be drinking it now. "Here, Miles. Have my drink."

Miles looked at me, confused. "Why? Where are you going in such a hurry? Sandy hasn't even made your drink yet."

"Looks like April is leaving. I'm thinking maybe too much drinking." It was a lie. Or maybe it wasn't, but I had a feeling it was something else. She had seemed off most of the night.

Sandy shook her head, clicking her tongue. "She should really watch that. Word travels fast around here. Wouldn't want people to think she's an alcoholic."

I ignored her words and turned, heading for the back door. I pushed it open, taking in the brisk dark air, and looked around. I had no idea if she had driven or not or what her plan was.

I quickly spotted her walking down the sidewalk. Her hair fluttered in the wind, and her hands were curled in fists. "April! Where are you going?"

She paused and glanced over her shoulder. I could see the anger in her eyes as they narrowed on me.

"What are you doing?" I asked as I started down the sidewalk towards her.

"I'm going home," she snapped, and I slowed my steps.

"Why? I thought we were having a good time."

She turned around, and I could see she was fuming. "A good night? You call this a good night?"

I stiffened suddenly, trying to think over everything that happened. Besides Miles bringing up my sexual history, I thought it had been going decent. She might have felt a little uncomfortable, but otherwise, I thought it was going well.

"If you're mad, just say that."

She crossed her arms. "I'm not mad. I'm disgusted. I'm supposed to walk around and be your wife when you have girls practically showing you their breasts while serving you."

I blinked, confused at her. "What are you talking about?"

She scuffed. "Oh please, Sandy was seconds away from jumping the counter and humping you. Don't try and hide it. Iknow you guys dated. Or fucked. Whatever you want to call it. Either way, you have history."

I frowned. I probably should have mentioned her before we went in, but I didn't know Sandy would be working. "Okay, yes. We have history, but that's over. That's been over for a long time."

She snorted and turned, continuing down the road. Her footsteps crunched on the snow, and I sighed heavily.

I threw my hands up. "April, what exactly is your plan here? You're gonna walk your drunk ass home?"

"I'm not drunk! I hardly had anything to drink. And anything is better than watching and waiting for the sex fest to begin. I heard about the bathroom."

"Jesus Christ! I wouldn't have done anything. And you know, I wasn't the only one that was getting hit on. Did you forget about the guy?"

She turned, throwing her hands up. "He was just offering to show me how to play. He wasn't swinging his dick at me."

"Jesus, if you honestly think that, then you should have no problem with Sandy."

Her shoulders sank, and her lips formed a thin line.

"First, it's offering to show you how to play, then yanking your pants down in the bathroom. I know all the moves, April."

Her eyes narrowed. "Well, you would know. Do they also have a condom dispenser in there? Because I hear you frequent the place."

It was like she'd slapped me, and it hurt a little. "I'm not arguing with you about this. Let's just go home."

"I'm walking."

"April, you're not. You wanna be pissy with me, fine, be pissy in the truck, but you aren't walking. Or did all that liquor numb your head and make you forget why we were doing this in the first place? I don't know where Ivan is, and I don't need him snatching you while you're drunk."

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