Page 84 of Wingwoman
How’ve I been? How’ve I fucking been?! Was he serious with this shit?
“You mean since you cheated on me and didn’t even have the courtesy to tell me yourself?”
Yeah. I had to find out from pictures snapped by the tabloids. Not that normal tabloids cared enough to print them in their actual magazines… but they sure could use those stories online.
And an online bust like that is still enough to launch a grenade right into our lives.
“Yeah,” he cleared his throat. “I’m sorry about that. I never wanted you to find out that way.”
Sorry for how I found out. Not sorry for his actions.Typical.
I looked down at the Prada dress, now clenched in my fist and forced myself to relax. To take a breath.
That was the point of this whole charade. To make Brent realize he was a dick and let him know what he was missing out on by choosingher.
In order to do that, I had to play it breezy.
Act like I give zero fucks about the fact he’s already engaged again.
Engaged withmyring.
I swallowed every retort I had ready on the tip of my tongue and instead merely said, “You know, I think it’s all really worked out for the best.” I kept my voice light. Even. Not a single wobble on any of those words despite the fact I was worried I might throw up all over these new Louboutin boots.
“Wow,” he said. “You’ve… you really seemed to have changed.”
“Hm. Have I?” I cleared my throat. “I hope you don’t mind that I asked Max and Carrow to pick up the rest of my things.”
“Ha, yeah. They came by already. Did a raid of my house to make sure they got every little thing.”
Well, noteverylittle thing, I thought bitterly. My damn engagement ring was still Summer’s bony little finger.
I tittered a laugh, hoping it didn’t sound as fake to him as it did in my ears. “I hope they weren’t too harsh on you two. You know how they get. So protective of me.”
You two. It was a calculated use of mentioning both of them, even if I couldn’t quite say her name aloud yet.
“Oh believe me,” he said. “I know Maxie and Carrow. They were… well, exactly as you’d expect them to be.”
Behind me, I heard the creak of my bedroom door. I must not have shut it when I brought the gifts in. And when I turned, I was met with Josh, standing there, casually leaning against the doorframe with his hands tucked into his pockets.
Like he’d stepped right out of a goddamnGQad.
He was wearing the hell out of an expensive-looking dark-blue suit which was such a staggering contrast to the white molding he was leaning against that it took my breath away.
I ran my gaze from the top of his coiffed hair down to the tips of his soft leather-clad feet where they were crossed at the ankles.
“Is that Brent?” he whispered.
Licking my lips, I nodded.
“Told you,” Josh said, his smirk widening.
“So you’re in Texas now, huh?” Brent asked, even though I’d never once told him where I was going. Of course, he could have put two and two together even without ever seeing any of the pictures that were out of me and Josh. He knew my dad lived down here and that his wedding was right around the corner.
It didn’t go unnoticed to me that he hadn’t mentioned his proposal yet. So why else would he have called after all this time if hehadn’tseen those images of Josh and me?
“Um, yeah. For a little while. It was only supposed to be for a little bit, but…” my words faded as I met Josh’s bright gaze. “But, uh, I might extend it longer.”
“You like it that much down there?” Brent asked.
