Total pages in book: 142
Estimated words: 134073 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 670(@200wpm)___ 536(@250wpm)___ 447(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 134073 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 670(@200wpm)___ 536(@250wpm)___ 447(@300wpm)
The elevator chimes and I walk to her door and take a deep breath. I knock softly and after a second, the door opens wide.
“Hey, Buttercup.” I smile at Brooklyn, but she doesn’t return it. I know something is wrong the second I see her face and I step inside. “What’s wrong?” She doesn’t try to stop me as I set the box of food and containers of coffee on the table by the door.
I turn to reach for her and that’s when she takes a step back. Like she’s finally realized I’m here. “You need to leave.”
Her voice is soft and I don’t know if it’s because she doesn’t want to wake up her roommate or because she’s upset. Her eyes are red and puffy and she doesn’t look like she got a wink of sleep.
“Brooklyn, what’s wrong? Please tell me what happened. Have you been crying?”
“Look, I don’t want to do this right now. I’m going to be late for work.” She tries to step around me and I block her path.
“Do what?” I hold my hands up and she backs off like I’m on fire. “Brooklyn.” This time my voice is stern and her eyes snap up to meet mine. “What is going on?”
“What’s going on?” Her voice rises and now she takes a step towards me in anger. “What’s going on? I should be asking you that after your night out on the town.”
I see the light in the hallway behind her turn on and I’m guessing her roommate is awake.
“Brooklyn, what are you talking about? I went out with you last night. We went to the renaissance festival and I brought you home.”
“Oh yeah, and what about after that? I guess since I wasn’t putting out someone else needed to.”
I blink at her a few times as my brain tries to process what she’s saying. “What the fuck?”
“What’s he doing here?”
“It’s fine, Blair. I’m handling it,” Brooklyn says as she opens the door behind me. “He was just leaving.”
“No, he wasn’t,” I say, maybe a little too loud, but I’m getting pissed. “Someone tell me what the fuck is going on. When I dropped you off last night it was the single greatest day of my life. But then I get home and you ghost me.”
“Asshole,” Blair says under her breath as she rolls her eyes. “Just like the last time I met you.”
I look at her in disbelief because I’ve never met her roommate until this moment. “I’m sorry, I don’t know who you are, but this is between Brooklyn and me.”
“You seriously have no idea you went on a date with her?” Brooklyn says as her eyes narrow on me. “How many women do you go out with at one time? Jesus.”
“I went out on a lot of dates before I met you, and I don’t remember most of them.” I look at Blair and shrug. “Sorry again, but if we went out I have no idea.”
“Seriously?” Suddenly there’s a softness to Brooklyn’s voice and I latch on to it.
“Yeah, I mean, I was on that app for a couple of months and usually agreed to anyone who asked to go out. I wanted to give it a chance, but normally the second I meet someone I can tell if it’s going to work out. I’d usually just play on my phone and eat dinner until they left or walked out on me.” I sigh. “I know this doesn’t make me sound like a great guy, but you know me, Brooklyn. We had our date. Did I do any of that to you?”
She hesitates for a second and then shakes her head. “No, you didn’t ignore me.” Then as if remembering something, she gets mad all over again. “But that doesn’t explain where you were last night.”
“Exactly,” Blair chimes in.
“What’s going on?” I hear two women behind me in the hallway walk through the open door of the apartment like they live here too.
“Oh, did someone get breakfast?” one of them says as the other scowls at me.
“What the hell is he doing here?”
“He is trying to figure out what the fuck is going on and why my girlfriend is mad at me!” I shout, because I’m getting really tired of everyone thinking I’m the bad guy.
“They told me you were still making dates on the dating app last night and you agreed to go out with them,” Brooklyn says as tears form in her eyes.
“What the hell are you talking about? I didn’t agree to go out with anyone. I deleted the app after our first date, Brooklyn.” When she looks away from me, it breaks my heart. “I swear, you’ve got to believe me. Why would I lie?”
“To sleep with women?” one of them says with a mouth full of pastry.
“I brought those for Brooklyn,” I tell her, but she doesn’t look sorry.