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 echoed in my ears.

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

My sister's wedding was just around the corner, and I was about to see Elle again. Hopefully, she wouldn't come with that douchebag boyfriend of hers. I hated that guy. I didn't even know him, but I hated him. She deserved better.

She deserved better than me, but at least I had known how special she was when I had her. I'd been with a few women in my life, but none of them had ever come close to comparing to her. And I fucking hated that she was with someone else. I hated that she left. But it had been over four years, and I'd been too much of a coward to go after her then. Now, it was too late.

Was I sad that Jasmine left? Yeah, I was. She could be a bitch sometimes, but she had a good heart. Did I really love her? I didn't know. But it sucked to be left again.

I grabbed my glass of scotch, and just as I took a sip, my phone screen lit up. I choked on the swallow.

Elle liked your photo.

"Is she psychic now?" I muttered. It wouldn't even have surprised me. That woman had a way of surprising me out of nowhere, showing me talents I hadn't known she had, even after ten years of knowing her. She was amazing at anything she set her mind to.

I definitely didn't deserve her.

I opened my phone and stared at her profile picture. She was wearing a gorgeous, tight dress, and my dick twitched in my pants. That body... To be honest, she looked just as hot in sweatpants with no makeup. That girl could pull off anything; she looked like a fucking angel.

Lord help me.

ELLE

"Shit!" My face turned beet red. "Fuck, are you kidding me?!"

I had just liked his photo. I fucking liked Adam's photo. Even if I unliked it, I knew he'd already get the notification.

"Rookie mistake," I muttered, dropping my head in my hands. I had been so careful. I was usually good at social media creeping.

Yep. Just realized how pathetic that sounded. Thank God I was alone and didn't have to explain this sudden outburst to Rick.

I couldn't help myself—I took another quick peek at his profile picture. Why did he still have to look like a freaking god? It hurt my eyes.

And his new girlfriend? Gorgeous, obviously. I wanted to hate her, but she seemed really nice. I'd never met her, but she had a kind face.

I guessed I'd have to try to be happy for him. Be happy that he'd found someone worthy of him. Lord knew I never was.

I was clumsy, a huge nerd, and every week I had a new hobby. I was always all over the place—it was hard to keep track, even for me. And I was never put together. Most of the time I wore sweatpants and a T-shirt, my long brown hair in a messy bun, zero makeup. Who had time to get ready every single day?

I took a deep breath and put my phone down. I decided to skip breakfast and head straight to work. I grabbed my keys, wallet, and purse, and headed out, leaving my phone on the table.

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

Maybe I was going crazy.