My Best Friends Lover||Luke James Fanfic

Chapter 8

Naomi

I ran to my car, unlocking it. I get in and slam the door. Why would I do that? Why would I let him do that? I came here to work on a design with him. Not do that again. I zip my dress back up, before pulling out of the parking lot.

Luke

"Hey, babe." Ryan says

"Hey." I say.

"Everything going good with you and Naomi?" She asks.

"Yeah, everything went great. We even came up with a design already and she got my measurements." I say, trying to sound normal.

"That's amazing. Y'all worked faster then I expected. Well I'm glad you got that over with? Can I talk to Naomi?" She says.

"She actually just left. She wasn't feeling to good." I say, but instantly regret.

"Oh, really? She seemed fine when she left this morning." She says with concern in her voice. "When she gets home I'll check on her." She says.

"Ok. And can you tell her I said "thank you" I didn't really get the time to thank her." I say.

"Yeah, definitely. I'll call you later. Bye." She says.

"Ok, bye." I say, hanging up the phone.

I throw my phone on the couch out of frustration. I walk over to my kitchen, opening my cabinet. I grab a shot glass and bottle of vodka. I pour the vodka into the shot glass, taking it as I tilt my head back and I pour another shot, and another, and another, and another.

I put the shot glass in the sink and take the entire bottle of vodka to the couch, while I watch reruns of Martin.

Naomi

I gather all my stuff and get out of my car, walking into the house. I drop my purse and shoes on the floor, walking into the kitchen seeing what there is too eat. I open the fridge seeing some fruit and leftovers from last nights dinner. I grab the strawberries, closing the refrigerator door.

"Where you been all day?" Coco asks as she grabs a water bottle from the fridge.

"I was at Luke's house, working on a design for him." I say, while eating the strawberries.

"Working on a design? For what?" Coco asks with a confused look.

"I guess for this event he has coming up. And he just wants to appeal the audience." I say, adding emphasis on 'appeal'.

"Interesting." Coco says with a face.

"Yeah, but how was your day today?" I ask Coco.

"Aggravating." Coco says rolling her eyes.

"Why? What happened?" I ask while sitting down on one of the stools.

"This new customer I have is a pain in the ass. She's literally insane. I spent an hour helping her pick a color for her wedding. She started with the color ivory, then she saw the cream color, and was being indecisive the entire time, until she finally picked with what she started with." She said, with an aggravated voice.

"Shit, girl I feel you with being aggravated with people." I say. "But, hey at least at the end it'll all be worth it." I say.

Coco has a wedding planning business. She was slowly becoming more known in Miami. She was struggling with her new upcoming business like me. Whenever I would be struggling or felt stressed, I would just talk to Coco cause only she understands where I'm coming from.

"But how was your day?" Coco asks me.

Oh it was amazing. Not only was I struggling at work with my bitch of boss. I almost slept with my bestfriends boyfriend for the second time.