Page 71 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 1
I opened up the bag and pulled out the chopsticks and cute little cardboard container. Chinese takeout was my comfort food. And right now I needed it more than ever.
"So, are you going to tell me why you wanted Chinese food tonight?"
"What do you mean?" I ripped the paper off the chopsticks and snapped them apart. I could barely use chopsticks, but I refused to eat Chinese food without them. It was half the fun. I could feel Melissa's gaze on me.
"Penny, you only ever want Chinese takeout when you're upset."
"That's not true." I wished I was alone right now.
Melissa laughed. "Right. So, you're saying that nothing is wrong?"
"Yeah, everything's peachy."
"Okay, so two things real quick. First, no one uses the phrase peachy unless they are in fact not peachy. Plus, your roses are gone."
"People say peachy all the time. That's a thing. And my roses are still here, I just moved them."
Melissa looked around the room and then at the trash. "Where?"
"In the closet."
Melissa laughed. "And why are your roses in the closet?"
Because I hate Professor Hunter!"Allergies."
"Penny, you are not allergic to roses."
"I think I might be."
"Why?"
"I have the sniffles."
"You're being weird." Melissa took a bite of her food. "So you're really not going to tell me what's wrong?"
"No."
"So there is something wrong then?"
Crap!I didn't want to answer her question. Instead, I fumbled with my chopsticks and somehow got some lo mein into my mouth. My phone buzzed but I didn't look at it. It was probably Professor Hunter and I didn't want to know what he had to say.
"Did you and James have a fight?"
I tilted the cardboard container so that I could shovel some of the food into my mouth.
"I mean, you hid the roses. You're not all smiles anymore, even though you just spent all day and night with him yesterday. And you're ignoring his texts. So what did he do?"
She was good. "He didn't do anything. It's more what he didn't do." He forgot to tell me he was married. He left off the fact that he was a cheating pig.
Melissa ate quietly for a moment. She was definitely scrutinizing me. "And is that making you feel better?"
I had tilted the container again. I knew I was being barbaric, but my patience with the chopsticks had waned a while ago. "Yes," I said with my mouth still full.
Melissa laughed. "You know, if he doesn't even realize that you're fighting, he won't be able to fix whatever it was that he didn't do."
"I know."
"So maybe you should talk to him?"
