Gemma's POV.
In the bar.
"You two basically fought each other," Charlotte says.
"I didn't mean to!" I shout angrily.
People start glancing our way, so I quickly cover my mouth and lower my voice. "He did it on purpose!"
"But his injuries seem worse," Charlotte replies, staring at my phone, comparing the photo I secretly took of Luke's face with the red mark on my forehead.
"That's just bad luck on his part!" How was I supposed to know there were rocks in the bushes?!
"In that case, you should break up with him."
I nearly choke on my drink. "What?"
"Seriously, you should break up."
"Why?"
"I don't think you can win against him. If you get married, you'll be at a disadvantage."
I'm silent for a few seconds. "I haven't thought that far ahead."
"But every time you go against Luke, you lose."
The bar must be too hot; my forehead starts to sweat.
"And don't you think it's strange that you know nothing about his past?" The aperol spitiz in my hand is definitely too cold; my fingertips start to tremble a bit.
"Have you slept with him?" Charlotte presses on with another sharp question.
"Not yet." I shake my head and set my aperol spitiz on the coaster. "Enough about me. What about you?"
Charlotte has been in an online relationship with a guy recently and even borrowed $300 from me to buy him a gift.
She wanted to get him a pair of LV shoes.
I teased her, asking if those shoes would make him fly since they were so expensive.
But Charlotte insisted that she was madly in love.
"My relationship is going great. We chat online every day and fall asleep with phones on."
"Does he snore?"
"No," she pauses, her expression becoming more serious. "I need to tell you something important, but you have to promise not to tell your boyfriend."
"What is it?"
"Listen carefully. I saw your boyfriend go to a flower shop two days ago and buy a bouquet of white roses."
"I didn't receive anything," I say, stunned.
"I know. Because if you had, you would've bragged about it to me immediately," Charlotte remarks.
I lower my head, stirring the ice in my drink with a straw.
"So, what's your plan?" Charlotte asks.
After bending the straw until it won't straighten anymore, I make a big decision. "I'm going to confront him."
As I leave the bar, Charlotte warns, "Remember, don't tell Luke I told you about this."
"Don't worry," I promise, "I'd never betray you."
"Charlotte told me you went to a flower shop and bought roses. Is that true?!" I kick open Luke's door, betraying my friend instantly.
"Charlotte? You're drunk again?" Luke asks, half-lying on the couch, a laptop on his lap as he works.
"Whether I'm drunk isn't the point. The point is, did you buy flowers for another woman?" I demand.
"And if it's true?" Luke counters. "What would you do?"
YOU ARE READING
Mr. Badass ✔
RomanceI saw a hot guy at a sex culture festival and thought he was a sex doll for women. Out of curiosity, I reached out for his crotch. It turns out this guy was alive and could talk. I'm doomed. --Gemma Dawson
