It’s been a week since Josie’s party.
The welt is still visible but not swollen anymore. The purplish hue has grown to a lovely shade of yellow and purple. I think because it’s so close to Halloween most people think I’m wearing zombie makeup or something, so it’s all good in the end.
Anyway, I’m on my way to meet my brother Darren for a couple of drinks in Coconut Grove. I was supposed to have dinner with Alex, but he had to cancel because of a last-minute meeting he scheduled with an artist at a studio that he’s trying to book for the gallery. He did say he’d be coming over afterward, so that gave me enough time to play catch-up with my little brother.
After circling all of Coconut Grove twice while cursing up a storm in my car, I finally find a parking spot close enough to the bar where I’m meeting Darren for drinks. As soon as I walk in, I spot him. It’s not hard since he’s flanked by two busty brunettes who are both vying for his attention like he’s some prize cattle or something.
Seriously, ladies. Ugh. I can’t even.
He sees me heading toward him as he tips his beer bottle to his mouth and takes a swig. He puts the bottle back down on the bar and grins like a kid who was caught with his hand in a cookie jar. When I finally reach him, he picks me up in his usual bear hug while I hear one of the girls he was talking to say to the other one, “Who is that?”
“I don’t know,” the other brunette answers.
Darren puts me back down and then turns around to grab his beer off the bar. “Ladies, it’s been a pleasure.”
He leads me to the far side of the bar while mumbling under his breath, “Thank God you showed up when you did. I couldn’t take another minute with those two.”
“Sure looked like you were enjoying yourself, Maverick.”
“Please, give me some credit. I do have some standards.”
“And what would those be?” I ask him with a laugh. “A pulse?”
The bartender comes over at that point, and Darren asks for two more beers. “God, you’re hysterical, and by the way, what the fuck happened to your face?” he asks.
“I got hit by a ball.”
“That’s what she said,” he adds quickly.
I put my hand on my hip and give him the evil eye. “Shut it. I really did get hit in the face by a ball, and believe it or not, this looks a hundred times better than it did a few days ago.”
The bartender puts our beers in front of us, and Darren shells out the money to pay for them while I promise to pick up the next round. At that moment, a bevy of women comes strolling in the door. There’s about five or six of them, all young and each more gorgeous than the next. Darren of course is mesmerized. What else is new?
The last girl, a leggy blonde, has her head buried in her purse but pops her head up at the last second, and wouldn’t you know it? It’s Sarah.
“Julia!” she yells like she hasn’t seen me in years.
“Sarah!” I mimic.
She comes over to us and waves her friends away, letting them know she’ll catch up to them. “Oh my gosh, what the hell happened to your face?”
Darren almost chokes on his beer.
“Long story,” I deadpan.
“Isn’t it always?”
Whatever the hell that’s supposed to mean … your guess is as good as mine.
Sarah looks over and notices Darren for the first time. Her eyes scan him from head to toe, openly and without any shame. “Julia, aren’t you going to introduce us?”
“Sarah, this is my brother Darren. Darren, this is Sarah, a friend of mine who works for Alex at the gallery.”
My little brother, the player that he is—insert eye roll—takes the hand that Sarah extends for him to shake and turns its palm facedown so he can kiss the back of it. “A pleasure to meet you, Sarah.”
“Oh my,” she says, and starts to fan herself with her free hand.
Darren, of course, loves the effect he has on Sarah and moves in closer.
“Okay, you two,” I announce and push Darren back a step. “Break it up.”
He puts on his best innocent face while grinning at me. “What did I do?”
“Whatever, just put it back in your pants, for chrissakes.” I look over at Sarah, who’s still practically drooling over him, and sigh out loud. “Sarah, you can put it back in your pants now too.”
She giggles and flips her hair off her shoulder, giving it one last shot before turning her attention back to me. “So what are you doing here anyway?”
“What does it look like I’m doing? I’m having a couple of drinks with my brother and then going home.”
“Well, aren’t you late for dinner with Alex at Lu Lu’s?”
“Um, no.”
“Oh,” she simply says.
“Oh, what?”
“I’m just confused is all.” She pulls her phone out of her purse, and after a few quick swipes, looks back up at me with a weird face. “He asked me to make a reservation for two for dinner at Lu Lu’s kind of last-minute today. I figured it was for the both of you, but I guess not.”
“No, I guess not.” My spidey senses kick into high gear.
“Anyway, I have to catch up to my girlfriends. I’ll call you next week so we can get together.” She extends her hand out to my brother again. “Darren, it was soooo nice to meet you.”
His voice lowers to a ridiculous level as he takes her hand in his and says, “The pleasure was all mine, Sarah.”
She bounces away giggling while I’m trying to figure out why Alex would tell me he was going to meet an artist at a studio when he’s half a block away having dinner with someone who isn’t me.
Darren notices me getting agitated and asks, “Julia, are you okay?”
“Nope. Let’s go.”
I chug back the rest of my beer and slam the bottle down on the bar. I’m already walking toward the door when Darren yanks my arm to stop me. “Hey, what are you doing?”
“We’re going to go across the street and see who the fuck Alex is having dinner with.”
“So, we’re going to spy.”
“You’re damn right I’m going to spy on him.”
“Julia,” he says, while running a hand through his hair nervously. “There’s a guy code. I can’t do that kind of shit.”
I pivot my body around to face him and look him dead in the eye. Through clenched teeth I say, “Are you serious with your guy code bullshit? I’m your sister, which supersedes any stupid-ass guy code.”
“Dude, I’m just saying—”
“You’re just saying what?”
“I’m just saying that this has bad idea written all over it, Julia.”
“You know what, Darren? I’ll gladly tell Sarah you have elephantitus of the nuts the next time I see her if you don’t let me go so I can see what the hell is going on across the street.”
He lets go of my arm instantly and puts his beer down on the nearest surface. “Let’s go.”
We leave Taurus and turn to the left, heading toward Lu Lu’s with my heart in my throat and my stomach in knots. In the back of my mind I’m thinking that it’s nothing, or at least I’m hoping it’s nothing, but something tells me I’m not going to like what I find when I get there.
Lu Lu’s has a ton of outdoor seating, so I have to be careful not to be seen right away. Plus, it’s on a corner, so from one side you wouldn’t be able to get a look at the other and vice versa. Darren picks up on this immediately and tugs my arm so that we’re hidden behind a bush. He holds up two fingers, points at his eyes, and then taps his arm before pointing to his eyes again and then finally pointing toward the restaurant.
“What the fuck does that mean, Helen Keller? And why can’t you just tell me what you’re trying to say via Navy SEAL sign language? It’s not like anyone can hear us behind this bush.”
He leans over and whispers, “I’m trying to be unnoticeable.”
“Well, it isn’t working, so tell me what you were trying to say.”
Still in a hushed v
oice, Darren proceeds to map out his plan. “You should go across the main street so that you’re behind those parked cars so you can scope out that side of the restaurant.”
I sneak a peek over his shoulder while he’s still giving instructions and see the one person I didn’t want to see.
Marisa.
She’s facing me. And sitting across from her with his back to me is … you guessed it, Alex.
“I’m going in,” I say, cutting off Darren’s plans.
“You can’t just go in there. That defeats the entire purpose of spying.”
“Hell yes I can. Watch me.”
“Julia,” he says, “sometimes things aren’t as they appear. Stop and think for a second before you do something stupid.”
I walk around the bush before Darren can stop me. With each step that brings me closer to their table, I feel more empowered. Finally, with only a couple of steps left, Marisa lifts her head and sees me coming. And I watch as she takes the opportunity to reach across the table and take Alex’s hand in hers while smiling.
“Well, well, well.” My voice is surprisingly steady given the circumstances. “What do we have here?”
I stand in between them, looking right at Alex, who lets go of Marisa’s hand and shoots me a confused look.
“Julia,” he says, genuinely surprised. “What are you doing here?”
I bring my hand up and point to myself. “What am I doing here? Funny you should ask that question since I’m wondering the same thing about you. You know, seeing as you’re not supposed to be here.”
“I can explain.”
“Explain? I simply figured that this is one of your surprises since you know how much I love your surprises. Isn’t that right, Alex?”
“It’s not what you think, Julia.”
Marisa speaks up then. “It’s none of your business.”
I lean forward, bracing my hands on the table, afraid I may slap the grin right off of her face. “Little girl, no one is talking to you, so do yourself a favor and shut the fuck up.”
I turn my head to face Alex, who is rubbing the back of his neck and not saying a word. And honestly, there isn’t anything he can say at this point that I would even want to hear, that’s how pissed off I am.
I stand up straight and start walking quickly to my car. I totally forget about Darren in my anger-fueled haze until I see him coming toward me.
“Julia,” he calls out to me, trying to get me to stop walking.
But I don’t stop until I’m safely tucked away in my car, where I sit for a few seconds without starting it.
His fingers gently tap on the driver’s side window. “Julia, come on. Talk to me.”
Here’s the thing. I don’t cry much. With the exception of getting choked up at Josie’s party, which technically doesn’t qualify, I can probably count on one hand the number of times I’ve cried in the last ten years. But when I do, you should leave me be because it’s going to be freaking epic. And that is exactly how I feel. The dam is about to break, and I know if I turn my head to look at Darren, I’m going to bust out with the hysterical crying right here in my car, parked on the street where I just found my boyfriend out to dinner with another woman.
“I’m going home, Darren,” I choke out to him and start my car. “I’ll be fine.”
“No you’re not. Please don’t leave like this.”
“I’ll call you, okay?” I say, my voice starting to crack.
After a few beats, he relents. “Okay. Take care of yourself. And Jules?”
“Yeah?”
“Love you.”
“Love you too, Darren.”
I watch him step aside and move to stand on the curb so I can pull into traffic. The whole drive home I’m thinking that I shouldn’t have anyone to blame for this but myself. I knew it was too good to be true. He was probably just better at hiding it, and I was only too eager and willing not to see it. I really pulled the wool over my own damn eyes, and it was right there in front of me all along. Aiden was actually right, and I chose not to believe him.
What kind of world is this when that asshole ends up being the good guy?
Because that right there might be the very first sign of the apocalypse.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
I lock the front door behind me and slide down until my ass hits the hardwood floor. And that, ladies and gentlemen, is when I officially lose it. I wrap my arms around my knees and cry myself into a stupor. I curse myself for giving him a chance, for giving us and even love a chance. It always comes back to bite me in the ass, and I don’t know why I even bother anymore.
This pity party of one goes on for a solid ten to fifteen minutes. It’s interrupted by the sound of a car door slamming outside and way too close to think anything other than it being in my driveway.
Dammit, Darren is checking up on me even after I told him I’d be fine. Which I totally am not, but he doesn’t need to know that.
His light knocking on my door gets me to stand up off the floor and peek through the peephole. To my surprise and absolute non-delight, it’s Alex.
This guy cannot be serious right now.
“Go home, Alex,” I shout through the door.
“Open the door, Julia,” he calmly says. “We need to talk.”
I rest my forehead against the cool wood and answer him. “There’s nothing to talk about. Please, just go home.”
“I’m not leaving.”
“Fine, have it your way,” I say, my voice cracking slightly. “Have fun sleeping in your car.”
I peek through again to see him link his fingers behind his head and pace back and forth a few times. He stops suddenly and puts his hand on the door. I mirror him on my side as if we were having a prison visit.
I know, super cheesy. But when your heart is breaking, you tend to do shit that you would never do. Not in a million years.
“Julia, please … open the door.”
The soft tone of his voice somehow breaks through to me even though I vowed to myself while crying on the floor a few minutes ago that I didn’t want to see or talk to him again. So I undo the chain and turn the locks but don’t open the door. I scurry off to sit on the couch with my arms wrapped around my knees.
“It’s open,” I yell out to him.
I watch as the knob turns and Alex appears in my foyer, closing the door behind him. He silently walks over to where I am and sits beside me. Leaning forward, he puts his elbows on his knees and rests his head in his hands.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have lied to you.”
“Why did you then?” Then I quickly add, “Not that it matters anymore.”
He turns his cheek to face me. “Because I knew you wouldn’t understand.”
“Wouldn’t understand what exactly? That you were going on another date with that … that girl? You’re right, I don’t understand.”
“It’s not what you think.” He quietly breathes out. “It wasn’t a date.”
“Alex, I’m not fucking stupid. I saw you holding hands with her, remember?”
“No you didn’t.”
“Are you calling me a liar?” My voice is almost screeching. “I saw you with my own eyes.”
“No, you saw her reach over and grab my hand. What you didn’t see was my expression or hear what I was telling her as a result, which is what I’m trying to explain to you.”
“By all means, go ahead.”
“She did come on to me, but I told her I had a girlfriend and I would appreciate if she respected that.”
I laugh out loud. I can’t help it, it’s that goddamn funny. “You’re joking, right?”
“Not at all.”
“Okay, let’s assume for a moment that you’re telling me the truth about that.”
“I am.”
I shoot him a look, letting him know that he really need not interrupt me because it only pisses me off more than I already am. “Fine, whatever. Why were you out with her to begin with?”
He runs his hands
through his hair again, some of it falling onto his forehead. With a long sigh he leans back and rests his head on the back of the couch. “She’s been calling and calling me since Josie’s party, and I was ignoring it until today when I decided enough was enough. So I called her to let her know we needed to talk. I swear I was telling her about us—that we’re together and that she needs to move on with her life already.”
He inches over to me then, placing his hand on my back, and I close my eyes at the contact. “Julia, I’m telling you the truth. Please believe me.”
“Alex, what happens when she calls again? Because you and I both know that she will.”
“She won’t.”
“You don’t know that.”
“Neither do you.”
“Ugh, seriously, are you blind? She’s in love with you or infatuated with you, and she won’t stop until she’s with you.” He’s quiet, so I keep going. “Do you have any idea what it was like for me to see the man I love having dinner with the girl who called me trash and said I wasn’t good enough for you?”
Alex’s eyes widen in shock because I guess it never got back to him what happened at Josie’s party and how I ended up with this lovely reminder on my face.
“What did you just say?”
I point to my face. “This right here was caused by not paying attention because I was too busy eavesdropping on Marisa telling someone at the party how I was trash and not good enough for you.” And then as an afterthought I add, “Oh, and that she couldn’t believe we were dating at all and that it was basically only a matter of time before you’re with her.”
“I know. Vanessa told me all of that already. That’s not what I was asking about.”
“You knew about that and yet you still lied to me and went out with her?” My eyes roll up to the heavens in disbelief. “This shit just gets better and better.”
“I spoke to her about that and told her she needed to apologize.”
“Alex, if I ever see her again, I cannot be held accountable for what I do. So she can save the apology, and you can tell her in person because I have no doubt that you’ll be seeing her again.”
He grabs my chin then and tilts it toward him in a swift movement. “Enough, Julia. Go back and tell me what you said before.”
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