know that’s a blatant lie.”
Fuck, I cursed myself vehemently. I was such a hypocrite. How the hell could I bang on to Jonah about the importance of truth and honesty when the most important person in my life aside from him was oblivious to the fact that I had been spending the last three days fucking the man I dragged her to France to escape? I passed up the opportunity to tell her everything the night before. We exchanged a brief call that consisted of my assuring her I was okay and her enthusing about a new venture she was entering into with her Parisian art dealer lover Jean-Pierre. Chickening out of spilling my guts may have seemed a good idea at the time but now it was well and truly kicking my ass. Charlotte’s protectiveness where I was concerned knew no bounds. It was a trait of hers I loved her for. Nervous tension shook my body and quickened my pulse. After a morning spent wrapped in Jonah’s obvious torment, the confrontation we would have with my tenacious best friend the moment we stepped onto the tiled floor of the airport totally escaped me. Either that or I chose willingly to block it out. Because one thing was a given. Charlotte’s hatred for Jonah was venomous. And hell would freeze to its depths before she accepted our reconciliation without putting up a strong fight.
Sighing, I sagged against Jonah’s rock hard torso as anxiety continued to shake me. “It’ll be fine. I can handle Charlotte,” I replied, hoping to God there was move conviction in my voice than what I actually felt, although I seriously doubted it.
***
Charlotte’s dark brown eyes shone with suspicion, her body posture rigid and solid. Stood before us with her hands firmly on her hips and her perfectly shaped brows pinched, my best friend searched my flushed face for an answer to the question her stance told me she already knew. Glancing nervously to my side, Jonah’s hand tightened around mine, his jaw set firm. An uncomfortable Jean-Pierre shifted his gaze between the three of us undoubtedly assessing the situation and finding it one he would rather not be privy to. His white linen shirt and casual beige trousers gave a relaxed, casual appearance. The darting of his eyes and the raking of his hands through his dark wavy hair told he was anything but. Crowds of travellers milled around the airport terminal as we stood facing one another in silence. The moment I had been dreading was upon me. Dressed in a pale pink long skirted summer dress and flat sandals with her raven hair piled high on her head, my visibly pissed best friend’s ‘cute’ look did nothing to mask the inferno of anger slowly burning within her.
“I leave you alone for a few days and you already have a new male friend, Savannah? Why don’t you introduce us?”
I breathed deeply in an attempt to calm the wave of irritation beginning to thump through my veins. I loved Charlotte, had come to rely on her for support and guidance. But that didn’t mean she had the right to insinuate my sexual encounters were frequent, known to be with total strangers and a past time I indulged in frequently. She knew me and she knew different.
“Well?” Arching a brow, her stare cut through me.
“Ava is with me, and you already know who I am Charlotte, you’ve had the pleasure of hearing my voice and verbally kicking my arse on the telephone on more than one occasion.” Jonah released my hand then wrapped his arm around my waist. “I understand how you feel about me; your hatred is deserved considering what I put Ava through. But I don’t appreciate you speaking to the woman I love in that way whether she is your best friend or not.”
Charlotte’s lip curled into a snarl as she crossed her arms across her chest. “You have no fucking idea how much I hate you Jacobson. And you definitely have no right to tell me how I should and should not speak to the woman whose heart you broke and I put back together again.” Her eyes blazed with fury as she turned her
Fuck, I cursed myself vehemently. I was such a hypocrite. How the hell could I bang on to Jonah about the importance of truth and honesty when the most important person in my life aside from him was oblivious to the fact that I had been spending the last three days fucking the man I dragged her to France to escape? I passed up the opportunity to tell her everything the night before. We exchanged a brief call that consisted of my assuring her I was okay and her enthusing about a new venture she was entering into with her Parisian art dealer lover Jean-Pierre. Chickening out of spilling my guts may have seemed a good idea at the time but now it was well and truly kicking my ass. Charlotte’s protectiveness where I was concerned knew no bounds. It was a trait of hers I loved her for. Nervous tension shook my body and quickened my pulse. After a morning spent wrapped in Jonah’s obvious torment, the confrontation we would have with my tenacious best friend the moment we stepped onto the tiled floor of the airport totally escaped me. Either that or I chose willingly to block it out. Because one thing was a given. Charlotte’s hatred for Jonah was venomous. And hell would freeze to its depths before she accepted our reconciliation without putting up a strong fight.
Sighing, I sagged against Jonah’s rock hard torso as anxiety continued to shake me. “It’ll be fine. I can handle Charlotte,” I replied, hoping to God there was move conviction in my voice than what I actually felt, although I seriously doubted it.
***
Charlotte’s dark brown eyes shone with suspicion, her body posture rigid and solid. Stood before us with her hands firmly on her hips and her perfectly shaped brows pinched, my best friend searched my flushed face for an answer to the question her stance told me she already knew. Glancing nervously to my side, Jonah’s hand tightened around mine, his jaw set firm. An uncomfortable Jean-Pierre shifted his gaze between the three of us undoubtedly assessing the situation and finding it one he would rather not be privy to. His white linen shirt and casual beige trousers gave a relaxed, casual appearance. The darting of his eyes and the raking of his hands through his dark wavy hair told he was anything but. Crowds of travellers milled around the airport terminal as we stood facing one another in silence. The moment I had been dreading was upon me. Dressed in a pale pink long skirted summer dress and flat sandals with her raven hair piled high on her head, my visibly pissed best friend’s ‘cute’ look did nothing to mask the inferno of anger slowly burning within her.
“I leave you alone for a few days and you already have a new male friend, Savannah? Why don’t you introduce us?”
I breathed deeply in an attempt to calm the wave of irritation beginning to thump through my veins. I loved Charlotte, had come to rely on her for support and guidance. But that didn’t mean she had the right to insinuate my sexual encounters were frequent, known to be with total strangers and a past time I indulged in frequently. She knew me and she knew different.
“Well?” Arching a brow, her stare cut through me.
“Ava is with me, and you already know who I am Charlotte, you’ve had the pleasure of hearing my voice and verbally kicking my arse on the telephone on more than one occasion.” Jonah released my hand then wrapped his arm around my waist. “I understand how you feel about me; your hatred is deserved considering what I put Ava through. But I don’t appreciate you speaking to the woman I love in that way whether she is your best friend or not.”
Charlotte’s lip curled into a snarl as she crossed her arms across her chest. “You have no fucking idea how much I hate you Jacobson. And you definitely have no right to tell me how I should and should not speak to the woman whose heart you broke and I put back together again.” Her eyes blazed with fury as she turned her
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