Page 122 of We Met Like This
“And you’re struggling in this goal?” she asked, eyes going wide.
“You’d be surprised.”
“Why are you trying to sleep with someone?”
“Because! Because men are stupid and only good for one thing. And I’ve embraced the power of the apps to bring me that one thing.” I was really hoping that sleeping with someone else would get the taste of Oliver out of my mouth. Help me forget this heartache faster. Because I didn’t like feeling like this.
She hung her keys on the hook in the kitchen and sat by me on the couch. “You want to talk about it?”
“I found out Oliver is Audrey’s ex yesterday and then I called her a bitch.”
“Wow. I… I didn’t see any of that coming and I read movie scripts for a living.”
“Oh, and Rob showed up at Audrey’s house ranting about me stealing Kari from him and now everyone knows I was sleeping with him.”
“I’m confused.”
“By which part?”
She toed off her shoes and pulled her feet up onto the couch with her. “By all of it. Oliver dated Audrey?”
“For about six months in college, I guess.”
“And he didn’t feel the need to tell you this?”
“Maybe that’s why he’s hesitated to date me for three years.”
“You think he’s known thiswholetime?”
“I don’t know.” I analyzed that thought. Maybe he really didn’t know until… “That day he showed me the website over here,” I said. “He’d spelled my last name wrong, remember?That’swhy he got all weird that day.” So, the week before the trip.
Sloane gave a short laugh. “I bet your sister freaked out. Thought you did all this on purpose.”
“She did.”
Sloane put on her best Audrey voice and said, “I had him eight years ago for a minuscule amount of time, nobody else can have him, especially not my sister.”
“Just thinking of the fact that Audrey dated him first is a total turnoff for me, Sloane. I don’t want him.”
She sighed. “She’s married with almost three kids, Margot. Guarantee she doesn’t remember what color his eyes are, let alone how his dick feels inside her.”
“You’re the worst.”
My phone buzzed and I looked at the most recent message from some guy named Phillip.Want to send me dinner?
I turned my phone toward Sloane. “This is what I’m working with.”
“What does that mean? He wants you to bring him dinner?”
“No, he doesn’t want me. Just the food.”
“Ugh. You’re right, men are gross. Maybe you need to get off the apps and go back to trying to find your perfect meet-cute in real life.”
I sighed and slid my phone onto the coffee table. “Maybe I’ll move to a deserted island and swear off men forever. Oliver knew who I was and decided to sleep with me anyway, Sloane.”
“You slept with him?” she all but yelled.
“Yes.”
