My Best Friend's Gorgeous Boyfriend (18+)

Go To Hell

Who said it and why?

Addison

"Oh, good," I announced sarcastically as I burst through Matt's front door. "You're not dead. I've been trying to get a hold of you."

I gave a pointed look at the cell he cradled in his hand. "But clearly, you weren't by your phone."

"Sorry," he mumbled, glancing down at the screen distractedly. "Have you talked to Vanessa today?"

I turned my back towards him as I dumped my purse and jacket onto the couch and rolled my eyes. He just can't let one conversation pass by without mentioning her name, can he?

I sighed. "No, Matt, I haven't."

He slumped back against the sofa. "I keep trying to call her, but she's sending me to voicemail."

"Gee," I said, taking a seat beside him. "Do you think that perhaps, she's busy right now?"

Matt stared at me with a pained expression, and I patted his hand. "I'm sure she's probably just studying and needs the quiet," I assured.

He bit his lip. "Or she's avoiding me. Can you try getting in touch with her?"

Another eye roll.

But what I didn't confess was that his girlfriend had been dodging my outreach attempts as well ever since that day I confronted her in New York.

Of course, that only made me even more suspicious of what she was up to, but I didn't want to freak Matt out unnecessarily if I didn't have to.

I had a plan in place that was all but guaranteed to extract the truth from whatever might have been occurring between her and Ryan.

I really ought to use my sleuthing skills for a career in journalism, I thought to myself.

"Listen, Matt," I continued with a sigh. "I'm sure she will call back when she can. Give it a rest for a little while and don't turn into one of those annoying boyfriends who incessantly blows up a girl's phone the moment she stops desperately waiting by it for him to call."

"I'm not incessantly blowing up her phone." He stared at me, wounded, and I felt as though I had just taken a bone from a puppy.

"How many outgoing calls are on there then?" I challenged, nodding at his mobile device.

He averted his gaze, blushing as he shrugged. "I don't know. Two or three."

"Hey!" He exclaimed when I snatched the phone from his fingers and scrolled to recent activity.

"Nineteen calls, Matthew?!" I shrieked in disbelief. "You're lucky she hasn't blocked you by now."

He looked at me, his grey eyes pathetically pleading. "What if something is very wrong with her? Please, Addie. Can't you just try once?"

I exhaled loudly. "Fine, but I don't want to hear her name for the rest of the night."

I punched in her number on my cell, but the call immediately went to voicemail. Big shocker.

"Hey, it's Vanessa. Leave me a message."

"See?" I said, giving Matt an annoyed glare. "She's busy."

"Or dead," he muttered miserably.

"For fuck's sake, Matt, she's fine." I was quickly losing my patience with his moping over a girl who didn't give two shits about him, and I contemplated why I had even bothered coming over.

Just then, his cellphone illuminated with a picture of him and Vanessa kissing at the beach. Jumping to his feet, he quickly answered the call.

"Hey, sweetheart!" He greeted as he began pacing back and forth. "I was worried about you."