Aching for Adam

Chapter 2

ADAM

"I just got her RSVP, she's going to be there. I just wanted you to know." My sister's words echo in my ears.

With all the fighting that's been going on, I barely had time to think about it. Now that Jasmine's gone and that things finally seem to be over with her, I have nothing else to do but dread what's about to happen.

My sister's wedding is just around the corner and I'm about to see Elle again. Hopefully she doesn't come with that douchebag of a boyfriend of hers. I hate that guy. I don't know him, but I definitely hate him. She deserves better.

She deserves better than me, but at least I knew how special she was when I had her. I've been with a few women in my life, but none of them have even come close to comparing to her. And I fucking hate that she's with someone else. I fucking hate that she left. But it's been over three years and I was too much of a pussy to go after her then. Now, it's too late.

Am I sad that Jasmine left? Yeah, I am. She was a bit of a bitch sometimes, but she had a good heart. Did I really love her? I don't know. But it sucks to be left again.

I grab my glass of scotch and just as I take a sip, I see my phone screen light up. I choke as I start to swallow.

Elle just liked your photo.

"Is she psychic now?" It wouldn't even surprise me. This woman kept surprising me out of the blue with talents I didn't even know she had, even after 10 years of knowing her. She was amazing at anything she would set out to do.

I definitely didn't deserve her.

I open my phone and look at her profile picture. She has a gorgeous, tight dress on, and my dick twitches in my pants. That body... To be honest, she looks just as hot when she's wearing sweatpants with no makeup on. That girl can literally pull off anything, she looks like a fucking angel.

Lord help me.

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ELLE

"SHIT!" My face turns beet red. "Fuck, are you fucking kidding me?!"

I just liked his photo. I fucking liked Adam's photo. Even if I unlike it, I know he's going to get a notification.

"Rookie mistake!" I mutter to myself as I drop my head in my hands. I was being so careful, I'm usually really good at social media creeping.

Yep, just realized how pathetic that sounds. Thank god I'm alone and I don't have to explain this sudden outburst to Rick.

I can't help myself, I take another quick peak at his profile picture. Why does he have to still look like a freakin' god? It hurts my eyes!

His new girlfriend is gorgeous, obviously. I want to hate her but she seems really nice. I mean, I've never met her, but...she has a kind face.

I guess I'll have to try and be happy for him, be happy that he found someone worthy of him. Lord knows I never was.

I'm clumsy, I'm a huge nerd, and each week I have a new hobby. I'm always all over the place, it's hard to keep track. Even for me. And I'm never put together. Most of the time I'm in sweatpants and a t-shirt, my long brown hair up in a messy bun, and zero makeup on, because, who has time to get ready every single day?

I take a deep breath and put my phone down. I decide to skip breakfast and head straight to work. I grab my keys, my wallet and purse, and head out, leaving my phone on the table.

"I can't even look at you," I tell my phone in my most dramatic tone.

Maybe I'm going crazy.