Page 93 of Hell Hath No Fury
Nodding my head, I reply, “Yeah, I believe I found it. I have a job that I love. My apartment is fucking amazing with a magnificent view and I’ve created a family of friends. I couldn’t imagine living anywhere else.”
“And when you go home at night?”
“Yeah…”
“Who do you go home to?”
Oh, I’m not letting him off that easily. If he has a question for me, then he has to outright ask it. I’m feeling a little feisty and I straight up tell him, “C’mon Hunter, why don’t you ask what you want to.”
“Are you with someone, Fox? I don’t see a ring on your finger…” He trails off without continuing his thought.
“No, I haven’t found someone I want to spend my time with. Nobody has held my interest.”Not like you.
I’ve spent a lot of my adult life comparing every single guy to Hunter, or at least to the Hunter I thought I knew.
I swallow down the tears threatening to spill and spit out, “You know I’ve always wanted you. I thought it was going to be you and me. But you ruined that.”
Before he can even try to suck me in further, I walk away and this time he doesn’t come after me.
CHAPTER TWO
There’s already banging and yelling downstairs as I roll over in my childhood bed. The alarm clock on the bedside table is blinking in bright red numbers. It’s barely six in the morning. But knowing my mom, she’s been up for hours helping with last-minute wedding plans.
My cousin is four years older than me and we’ve never been very close. But her dad is my mom’s older brother and to my mom, family is everything. She would have murdered me if I didn’t come back here.
My phone vibrates as a new message comes in and everything that happened last night comes crashing to the forefront of my mind. I didn’t get the chance to confront my mom about inviting Hunter to the rehearsal dinner.
After I walked away from him and our tense conversation, he made himself pretty scarce, for which I am thankful. I was awake until two this morning stuffing organza bags with who knows what for favors for the reception. After the hundredth bag, the contents all kind of started to blur.
If there’s one thing I know for sure, is if I ever get married, I’m eloping. None of the wasted money and massive unnecessary party. In addition to my cousin’s wedding happening today, I’ve been there for Giselle and Anders’ wedding as well as Giselle’s older brother, Marek’s, wedding. The stress is so not worth it.
No thanks.
Rolling over, I stretch my arm above my head as my phone vibrates again. Who the heck would be messaging me this early in the morning?
UNKNOWN:What are you doing today?
UNKNOWN:Before the wedding and reception…
Me:Who is this?
I have a feeling I know who is texting me, but I’m hoping that it isn’t. Because that means someone close to me would have been the person to hand my number over. It certainly wasn’t me.
UNKNOWN:It’s Hunter.
UNKNOWN:Before I left the dinner last night, I asked your mom for your number.
And she gave it to him? Of course she did. She’s taking meddling to a whole other level. That conversation with her needs to happen sooner rather than later.
UNKNOWN:I know I’m the last person you want to see, but I wanted to talk. We didn’t leave things on great terms after our conversation last night.
I shouldn’t go. I should block his number right now and forget I even saw him last night. That would be the smart thing to do. But even as I consider hitting the block button, I instead program his number into my contacts.
Hunter Hayes is like a drug. He’s no good for me and yet I want to keep coming back for more, no matter how bad he leaves me suffering.
Me:What did you have planned?
Me:I have a pretty jam packed day and can’t be gone for too long.
