Entangled ✔️

Chapter 6

In which our hero decides to help our heroine

Adam had no idea why he suggested coming to dinner. He chalked it up to his curiosity. He was interested in how Ahana interacted with Jason. Once Adam’s curiosity was piqued, he was a man on a mission. He’d always been inquisitive, even as a young child. That’s why he became a journalist. Ahana had definitely made his natural snooping side come out, and he wondered what kind of dynamic he’d find at the dinner table. It had to be difficult to socialize with her friend and the man she loved. One who didn’t love her back.

He felt sorry for Ahana, but he had no idea why. She was the kind of girl he did everything to avoid. She was mousy but arrogant about some things, like her work. She didn’t care about her appearance, to the point where she accepted she was unattractive. She had low self-esteem but confidence too. An air of sorrow surrounded her, but she had a great sense of humor despite that. She was a total paradox, a puzzle that Adam wanted to solve or at least understand.

All of Adam’s suspicions were confirmed when he laid his eyes on Meisha. Ahana’s Friend was her complete opposite. Meisha was a conceited blonde bombshell with wonderful breasts and a small waist. She played up all her features perfectly, as evidenced by the short leather miniskirt, camisole top, and studded cowboy boots. Next to Meisha, Ahana looked even more out of place.

“Adam, I’m so glad you could come to our little place. I hope you like Indian Food. It should be ready in just a few minutes, right, Ahana?” Meisha shamelessly batted her eyelashes at Adam.

This girl knew how to flirt. Ahana should be asking her for advice. Then again, besides the “in love with Jason” thing, Adam knew why Ahana couldn’t. It took less than five seconds to deduce that Meisha was a complete bitch. She wasn’t the kind of girl who helped other girls. She had to be the prettiest one in the room at all times. She couldn’t move without flipping her hair or brushing against Jason’s arm.

“Yes, just a couple of minutes more,” Ahana said from the kitchen.

Adam looked around their apartment. It was obvious Ahana had decorated it. Everything was tastefully done but extremely bland. It was all neutral, to the point where it was difficult to distinguish the sofa from the walls. Adam wondered if Ahana was color-blind.

“I brought wine,” he said, handing the bottle to Meisha.

“That’s so sweet of you, and it’s my favorite,” Meisha replied without looking at the bottle. She rubbed Adam’s arm before sauntering into the kitchen.

Normally Adam would be the exact girl he would pick up at any bar, but this was just weird. She was coming on to him right in front of her boyfriend, and as usual, Jason was oblivious to it. Ahana and Jason both seemed unobservant when it came to life but had sharklike accuracy at work. Maybe they would be good for each other.

“I’m surprised to see you here,” Jason said when the two men were alone.

Adam shrugged nonchalantly. “Ahana and I are dating.” Adam had to stifle a laugh when he saw the startled look on Jason’s face.

“I didn’t expect you to date her. I just wanted you to take her out for a night.”

“I like her.” As Adam said it, he realized it was true. Despite the odd circumstances, Ahana was a genuine person, and he enjoyed her company. He still thought she was an oddball, but who was he to judge? After all, he was a bit odd himself.

“Don’t fuck with her,” Jason responded, trying to sound tough. It only made Adam laugh.

“Just to be clear, you don’t want me to fuck with her or fuck her? There’s a subtle nuance in the statement.” Adam enjoyed toying with his friend. Jason didn’t show the emotion of a man who returned any of Ahana’s affections, but he usually played the Good Samaritan role well.