The Upside of Being Let Down (new adult romance - 1) by London Casey, Karolyn James
Authors: London Casey, Karolyn James
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just let her leave. Of course, AJ
didn ’ t know Bryan knew what
she was doing.
Bryan turned the water off and
stood for a few extra seconds. He wiped his face with a towel and made some
noise, hinting he was done. He opened the door and knew AJ had gone. As much as
he wanted to believe there was a chance AJ would stay, he knew better.
The apartment was empty.
Bryan walked to the door and opened
it, looking to the hallway. He took a deep breath hoping if he could smell AJ.
He couldn ’ t. He smelled the
dusty smell of the hall and whatever the hell his neighbor was trying to cook
for breakfast.
Back inside, Bryan saw that AJ had
left him a note. What he hoped for was her number. So he could at least text
her. But there was no phone number.
Just a note.
Three words.
Don ’ t ruin it!
Bryan touched the ink and shook his
head.
“ Don ’ t ruin it, ” he whispered.
It aggravated him yet he understood
it. Whatever had brought AJ to his apartment was the reason she acted the way
she did. Worried. Confused. Mad. Things Bryan completely understood. He went
into his room and looked at his cell phone.
Nothing.
No calls.
No texts.
Nothing.
Which wasn ’ t a bad thing at all.
His mind shifted gears for a
second, hoping Chloe didn ’ t
get herself into trouble. It wasn ’ t
his problem and it remained that way since she didn ’ t text him again last night or this morning.
Perfect.
Bryan took his phone into the
kitchen and made breakfast. After eggs, bacon, and coffee, he was full and
wondering what to do on his Saturday. He didn ’ t
have to work until Monday. He supervised the landscaping for the largest golf
club in the area, a job that didn ’ t
seem great but paid insanely well. The owner of the golf club had begged Bryan
to leave school and take on more responsibility with the company, but Bryan
wanted to finish college. Just in case. He had worked hard in high school to
earn scholarships, including a football scholarship that he had to give up last
year when he hurt his knee. But he was so close to finishing college that he
wanted to wait before taking over the golf club.
If that ’ s what he wanted.
Bryan wasn ’ t sure.
Some days it seemed so bright and
easy.
Other days it felt processed.
Then again, did anyone really know
what they wanted?
Bryan jumped up from the table and
growled.
Saturday morning and he was sitting
around worrying about life. Thinking about school, money, his future.
That was part of the reason he
wanted AJ to at least stay for breakfast. He wanted to kill some time and
nothing seemed better than killing time with AJ. And not just because she had
sex with him - twice - but because she seemed to understand life.
Bryan ended up back in his bedroom
looking for some workout clothes. He could hit the gym for a little while and
burn off some energy and frustration. Then he could grab a shower and maybe call
Gary or Jeff. He was sure both would still be sleeping. Jeff would be trying to
sleep off a hangover that would come no matter what. And Gary would be sleeping
because he stayed up until the crack of dawn messing around with fantasy
leagues.
Once in shorts and a sleeveless
shirt, Bryan grabbed his phone and saw he had a missed call and voicemail.
“ What
the hell? ” he asked.
He checked and saw it had been on
vibrate.
The call and voicemail wasn ’ t from AJ, even though Bryan ’ s heart raced for a few seconds,
wondering if somehow AJ was able to call him.
The voicemail was actually the
complete opposite of AJ in the sense of hope, feelings, and enjoyment.
It was a call and message from his
father.
Bryan put the phone down for a second
and shook his head. He had to listen to the voicemail. He had to probably call
his father, or at least go see him. How long had it been now? At least a week,
if not two.
Bryan grabbed his phone and
listened...
Heeeey Bryan. It ’ s your father. How are you?
Yeah, you can ’ t
answer because you didn ’ t
pick up. Just wanted
didn ’ t know Bryan knew what
she was doing.
Bryan turned the water off and
stood for a few extra seconds. He wiped his face with a towel and made some
noise, hinting he was done. He opened the door and knew AJ had gone. As much as
he wanted to believe there was a chance AJ would stay, he knew better.
The apartment was empty.
Bryan walked to the door and opened
it, looking to the hallway. He took a deep breath hoping if he could smell AJ.
He couldn ’ t. He smelled the
dusty smell of the hall and whatever the hell his neighbor was trying to cook
for breakfast.
Back inside, Bryan saw that AJ had
left him a note. What he hoped for was her number. So he could at least text
her. But there was no phone number.
Just a note.
Three words.
Don ’ t ruin it!
Bryan touched the ink and shook his
head.
“ Don ’ t ruin it, ” he whispered.
It aggravated him yet he understood
it. Whatever had brought AJ to his apartment was the reason she acted the way
she did. Worried. Confused. Mad. Things Bryan completely understood. He went
into his room and looked at his cell phone.
Nothing.
No calls.
No texts.
Nothing.
Which wasn ’ t a bad thing at all.
His mind shifted gears for a
second, hoping Chloe didn ’ t
get herself into trouble. It wasn ’ t
his problem and it remained that way since she didn ’ t text him again last night or this morning.
Perfect.
Bryan took his phone into the
kitchen and made breakfast. After eggs, bacon, and coffee, he was full and
wondering what to do on his Saturday. He didn ’ t
have to work until Monday. He supervised the landscaping for the largest golf
club in the area, a job that didn ’ t
seem great but paid insanely well. The owner of the golf club had begged Bryan
to leave school and take on more responsibility with the company, but Bryan
wanted to finish college. Just in case. He had worked hard in high school to
earn scholarships, including a football scholarship that he had to give up last
year when he hurt his knee. But he was so close to finishing college that he
wanted to wait before taking over the golf club.
If that ’ s what he wanted.
Bryan wasn ’ t sure.
Some days it seemed so bright and
easy.
Other days it felt processed.
Then again, did anyone really know
what they wanted?
Bryan jumped up from the table and
growled.
Saturday morning and he was sitting
around worrying about life. Thinking about school, money, his future.
That was part of the reason he
wanted AJ to at least stay for breakfast. He wanted to kill some time and
nothing seemed better than killing time with AJ. And not just because she had
sex with him - twice - but because she seemed to understand life.
Bryan ended up back in his bedroom
looking for some workout clothes. He could hit the gym for a little while and
burn off some energy and frustration. Then he could grab a shower and maybe call
Gary or Jeff. He was sure both would still be sleeping. Jeff would be trying to
sleep off a hangover that would come no matter what. And Gary would be sleeping
because he stayed up until the crack of dawn messing around with fantasy
leagues.
Once in shorts and a sleeveless
shirt, Bryan grabbed his phone and saw he had a missed call and voicemail.
“ What
the hell? ” he asked.
He checked and saw it had been on
vibrate.
The call and voicemail wasn ’ t from AJ, even though Bryan ’ s heart raced for a few seconds,
wondering if somehow AJ was able to call him.
The voicemail was actually the
complete opposite of AJ in the sense of hope, feelings, and enjoyment.
It was a call and message from his
father.
Bryan put the phone down for a second
and shook his head. He had to listen to the voicemail. He had to probably call
his father, or at least go see him. How long had it been now? At least a week,
if not two.
Bryan grabbed his phone and
listened...
Heeeey Bryan. It ’ s your father. How are you?
Yeah, you can ’ t
answer because you didn ’ t
pick up. Just wanted
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