dabs at her eyes, I wonder what brought this on. The doctor in me has long gone, and I’m speaking to her purely as her lover.
“Is there anything I can do?” I ask, reaching forward and brushing aside a strand of blonde hair.
“Maybe we could, I don’t know, talk?”
This is the first time I’ve seen her be…vulnerable, and it’s a look that suits her.
“Sure, I’d like that,” I reply, as I realize I actually don’t know anything about her.
I know how to make her come with my mouth in five quick seconds. And how she likes to be fucked, but I don’t actually know who she is and what she likes that’s non-sex-related. I thought she was happy just being fuck buddies, but that was my screw-up, as I should have never assumed—looks like my mother was right once again.
“Do you think we could grab a coffee after work?”
In this moment, the Juliet Harte I thought I knew has just flipped my beliefs onto their ass, and this person sitting before me is a complete stranger. This stranger is one I actually want to get to know better.
“Sure,” I reply with a nod. I owe her this.
Juliet takes a deep breath, patting down her hair and face. “I’m really sorry for storming in here like a crazy person. I should have called first.”
“It’s fine, it happens all the time.” I smirk, and she laughs, her beautiful face no longer clogged in tears.
“Okay, well, I’ll let you get back to work.” She stands, ironing the crinkles from her dress. “I’ll meet you at around seven?”
“Sounds great,” I reply, also standing, my hands dug deep into my pockets.
“Great. Well, see you tonight.” She throws me completely off-guard as she steps forward and hugs me.
It’s the first time we’ve embraced, which is utterly ridiculous and shameful, seeing as I’ve embraced her insides on more than one occasion. I slowly remove my hands from my pockets, and as I wrap her into my arms, I’m shocked at how fragile and vulnerable she feels. I’m not used to this Juliet, and I have a feeling it’ll take some getting used to.
She breaks away after a moment and bids me farewell with a chaste kiss on my cheek. I watch, dumbfounded, as she leaves my office, because that woman looked like Juliet, but that person is not the Juliet I thought I knew.
I take a seat behind my desk, still flabbergasted at what just took place. The moment I met Juliet, I knew she’d cause a storm . But where does that leave things with Madison and me?
My cell beeps, alerting me to an awaiting text, and I welcome the distraction. Swiping through my messages, I groan, slapping my palm against my forehead.
Reading the message over, I feel like the world’s biggest asshole, because the sweet words just taunt me with what I have to do.
I haven’t eaten all day :p
See you tonight. Can’t wait.
Maddy x
11
Famous Last Words
MADISON
“ W hat do you mean ‘he can’t make it?’” asks Mary from the end of my bed.
I shrug, tossing her my phone so she can see the proof for herself.
As she reads over the message, she curses. “What does he mean, ‘something came up?’ Like what, exactly? The only forgivable excuse here would be that his mother died,” she barks, scrunching up her face in obvious disgust that Dixon asked for a “raincheck” on our date.
“His mother is dead,” I reply, sadly putting away the beautiful blue dress I was planning to wear this evening.
“Oh, whatever. This is horseshit!” she cries, jabbing her finger into the phone screen.
“I know, Lamb.” I sigh, because it really is horseshit.
Over three hours ago, Dixon messaged me, claiming something came up and he wouldn’t be able to make our date. He apologized a number of times, and asked for a raincheck. Other than that, he gave me no other reason why he couldn’t attend, or when this alleged raincheck was to take place.
I feel so stupid. I can’t believe I actually thought a man like Dixon would be interested in a girl like me.
“I’m
“Is there anything I can do?” I ask, reaching forward and brushing aside a strand of blonde hair.
“Maybe we could, I don’t know, talk?”
This is the first time I’ve seen her be…vulnerable, and it’s a look that suits her.
“Sure, I’d like that,” I reply, as I realize I actually don’t know anything about her.
I know how to make her come with my mouth in five quick seconds. And how she likes to be fucked, but I don’t actually know who she is and what she likes that’s non-sex-related. I thought she was happy just being fuck buddies, but that was my screw-up, as I should have never assumed—looks like my mother was right once again.
“Do you think we could grab a coffee after work?”
In this moment, the Juliet Harte I thought I knew has just flipped my beliefs onto their ass, and this person sitting before me is a complete stranger. This stranger is one I actually want to get to know better.
“Sure,” I reply with a nod. I owe her this.
Juliet takes a deep breath, patting down her hair and face. “I’m really sorry for storming in here like a crazy person. I should have called first.”
“It’s fine, it happens all the time.” I smirk, and she laughs, her beautiful face no longer clogged in tears.
“Okay, well, I’ll let you get back to work.” She stands, ironing the crinkles from her dress. “I’ll meet you at around seven?”
“Sounds great,” I reply, also standing, my hands dug deep into my pockets.
“Great. Well, see you tonight.” She throws me completely off-guard as she steps forward and hugs me.
It’s the first time we’ve embraced, which is utterly ridiculous and shameful, seeing as I’ve embraced her insides on more than one occasion. I slowly remove my hands from my pockets, and as I wrap her into my arms, I’m shocked at how fragile and vulnerable she feels. I’m not used to this Juliet, and I have a feeling it’ll take some getting used to.
She breaks away after a moment and bids me farewell with a chaste kiss on my cheek. I watch, dumbfounded, as she leaves my office, because that woman looked like Juliet, but that person is not the Juliet I thought I knew.
I take a seat behind my desk, still flabbergasted at what just took place. The moment I met Juliet, I knew she’d cause a storm . But where does that leave things with Madison and me?
My cell beeps, alerting me to an awaiting text, and I welcome the distraction. Swiping through my messages, I groan, slapping my palm against my forehead.
Reading the message over, I feel like the world’s biggest asshole, because the sweet words just taunt me with what I have to do.
I haven’t eaten all day :p
See you tonight. Can’t wait.
Maddy x
11
Famous Last Words
MADISON
“ W hat do you mean ‘he can’t make it?’” asks Mary from the end of my bed.
I shrug, tossing her my phone so she can see the proof for herself.
As she reads over the message, she curses. “What does he mean, ‘something came up?’ Like what, exactly? The only forgivable excuse here would be that his mother died,” she barks, scrunching up her face in obvious disgust that Dixon asked for a “raincheck” on our date.
“His mother is dead,” I reply, sadly putting away the beautiful blue dress I was planning to wear this evening.
“Oh, whatever. This is horseshit!” she cries, jabbing her finger into the phone screen.
“I know, Lamb.” I sigh, because it really is horseshit.
Over three hours ago, Dixon messaged me, claiming something came up and he wouldn’t be able to make our date. He apologized a number of times, and asked for a raincheck. Other than that, he gave me no other reason why he couldn’t attend, or when this alleged raincheck was to take place.
I feel so stupid. I can’t believe I actually thought a man like Dixon would be interested in a girl like me.
“I’m
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