Page 47 of Aftersome
Blond hair. Ball cap. Stupid fucking face.
That’s when I knew it was him.
Trevor.
And he wasn’t alone. He was with Doe, sitting on the same side of the booth, laughing.
Motherfucker.
No longer relaxed, I wanted to explode with rage. I wanted to flip tables, throw plates and glasses, cause a fucking scene. So with heavy, determined steps, I made my way over to them.
“What in the fuck is going on here?” I shouted as I held back my hands from grabbing Trevor and throwing him out of the booth. My eyes must have turned black because once Doe and Trevor found me standing over their intimate meal, they went deathly still.
“Jesus, Mal, you scared the crap out of us.” Trevor placed a palm over what I assumed to be his racing heart and scooted in closer to Doe.
As if to put a barrier between her and I.
My jaw went taut.
“What is this?” I motioned my hand toward the two of them, wondering what the hell I had just interrupted and why she looked guilty as hell.
“We're just going over content ideas, Mal…”
Content ideas, my ass.
And why was he sitting on the same side of the booth as her and what the fuck had he said that made her laugh like that?
“Over dinner?” I made sure to focus my attention on Doe now. Let her know exactly how fucking not okay with this I was. Her chin wobbled slightly, but she remained defiant and poised.
“Mal, come on. I just had some ideas I wanted to go over and invited Wren to dinner.”
Don’t look at his face.
Don’t look at his face.
I looked at his face. I waited for a smug smile. For him to put his arm around her. Anything that’d send me over the edge, but nothing ever happened. Instead, I watched as he leaned in close to Doe and whispered something into her ear.
“Get up,” I snarled, refusing to watch them together any longer.
Was her goal to kill me? Because she was succeeding.
“What?” they both said at the same time.
“No,” Doe snapped. Crossing her arms, she lowered her brows and repeated once more, “No.”
“I’m not going to ask you again, Doe, get up,” I demanded, my voice lowered and more lethal.
We were now stuck in a silent stare-off, where Trevor might as well not even be here. She was too busy focusing her anger at me to acknowledge the fact he was trying to capture her attention.
Exasperated, Trevor had given up his attempts and switched his aim toward me.
“Mal, it’s not what you think.”
It’s not?
Sure as fuck looked like it to me.
“Don’t.” I leaned over the table, placing my palms onto the wood until I was at eye level with them both. I wasn’t an idiot.I wasn’t born yesterday. A man didn’t just ask Wren out to be friends.
