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Chapter 29

Hardin's POV:

This chicken Florentine is not taste as good as I made for her and me in the past.
I made this now because, first I miss her, I always fucking do and second I was hungry.

I'm bored with the shitty take outs all the fucking time, and I know that she like this dish, so here I'm making this to recall the memory. The only difference is she's not here to admire my cooking skill.

I finish the meal and put the plate on the sink. The sink is not overflowing as they were in the past, but now I'm learning how to do dishes.
I know if she knew this she'd be so fucking proud of me.

When I turn around to go into the living room, my phone buzzes in my pocket and I pull to see who the hell is calling.
It's Landon.

If he's going to talk me out for not coming there, I'm gonna say no to him in a second. But if she is not comfortable with me to coming there I'll not stay on their apartment. Then I have to stay on the hotel, alone. Which I don't want a fucking bit.

So I pick the phone quickly. "It's too late to talk me out of coming. I'll be there this Friday." I say to him through my phone.

"Hi, I'm good. Thanks for asking." he says in a flat voice.

"Noted. What can I help you with on this fine evening?" I ask him.

"Nothing. I'm having a weird thing..." he trail off. And I laugh.

"You're going to need to explain much more than that."

"Okay, so you know Tessa's friend Nora? Well, Sophia was her name when you met her, but Tessa says she likes her friends to call her Nora. I mean, you probably won't get either name right anyway." He's right about this, that I won't remember that chick's name anyway.

We both stay silent for couple of seconds, so I break the awkward silent between us, "Yeah. I think so."

"Okay, so we just had sex." He pauses and then continue, "Well,
not really sex, I guess. But really, really close to it."
Close to it?

"And?" Why the hell he's telling me about his and this Nadia chick's fucking each other story.

"This is the thing. Nora has told me so many times that we have to stay as friends, and we were just talking, like usual, and then two seconds later she's straddling me and having an orgasm and then Tessa walked in right after, and now I'm in my room and I'm kind of freaking the hell out because I don't know what to do or say now." he explain me as fast as possible and I get it what he wants to say.

"Wow. Tessa walked in? The chick was straddling you on a chair? Well, there's no denying that, then. Wait-so you fucked her on a kitchen chair? Or she just rode you until she
came?" I ask.

Why I'm so suddenly fucking interested in their fucking chronicle.
Because there's no one, not no one, not Tess to straddle me on the chair or fucking me when she comes.

"Um, the second one. We didn't have sex-well, like the sex where something goes into something else..."

"Really?" I say calmly, amusement playing at the edges of my tone. "Did you really just say that? I might as well ask you to show me on the doll where she touched you."

"I don't know why I called." He sighs.
I shouldn't have said that to him. It maybe his first time, or first orgasm. So I ease up a little, as he want some advice? Or help?

"So, do you like her? I mean, why else would hooking up
with her be a problem? You're single, she's single. Right?" I ask.

"We are both single. Except Dakota was here last night." He says.
Who is she?
Ah, his ex-girlfriend.

"Yikes. Delilah, too? What the hell is going on there?"
Threesome, is the first thing that came in my filthy mind. But it's not his thing. Maybe?

"I don't know. But don't tell Tessa. Seriously, she's got enough going on, and Nora is really
freaked out about Tessa finding out. I mean it. I don't care if Tessa's naked and asks you to tell her what's up-you better pretend you know nothing." He sound so fucking serious, so I try to pull his leg a bit.

"If she's naked, there's no promising anything."
If only she'd have lying naked on bed, waiting for me to give her what she wants. Which is not likely to be happen. For now.

"Ugh." He groans.

"Fine. Fine. I won't say anything. Did you talk to her about her schedule yet?" Hope he did.

"Not yet. She's been working a lot lately. Oh, and I need to warn you about something, but you can't freak out." he pauses. "Seriously, you can't. Promise me," he says softly. Weird of him.

"What? What's going on?" I ask.
If something is wrong happened to her?

Stop thinking about this things you fucking idiot. I say to myself.

"Promise me," he repeats. And I huff in frustration.

"Yeah, sure, I promise."

"You know that waiter guy from the lake that weekend? When you and Tessa were fighting the whole time?" He asks.

"We weren't fighting the whole
time." I say. We weren't, were we? "But, yeah, what about him?"

"He's here." My phone almost slip from my grasp.

"In your apartment?" I raise my voice.

"No. In New York. They work together." I sigh.
It has to be a coincidence, right?

"Have they been...you know? Like, dating or something?" That's the last thing I want to know.

"No, nothing like that. I just wanted to tell you because I think, for your sake, it would be better if you don't make a big deal out of it. You know, show Tessa you're maturing and all." He says.

"Maturing? I'm very mature. Fucker." I roll my eyes even though he can't see.

"Yeah, I can tell by your extensive vocabulary, fucker," He teases.

"Listen, man. I'm proud of you for cussing and for half fucking Naomi or Sarah or whatever she's going to change her name to next week, but I have a call in one minute." I say and he laugh. What's there to laugh about.

"Thanks for the help." That's it he says and we back to the awkward silent phase. So I breaks the silent again.

"If you really want to talk about it, I can call you back after?" I don't expect him to call but he wants some advice or something that I'll help, if I could.

"No, it's fine. I need to get out there and face the music."

"I hope it's a death-metal band." I try to lighten up his mood.

"Shut up." He says and I hung up, laughing.