Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 31838 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 159(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31838 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 159(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
“Brooklyn, what are you talking about? I went out with you last night. We went to the renaissance festival and I brought you home.”
“Oh yeah, and what about after that? I guess since I wasn’t putting out someone else needed to.”
I blink at her a few times as my brain tries to process what she’s saying. “What the fuck?”
“What’s he doing here?”
“It’s fine, Blair. I’m handling it,” Brooklyn says as she opens the door behind me. “He was just leaving.”
“No, he wasn’t,” I say, maybe a little too loud, but I’m getting pissed. “Someone tell me what the fuck is going on. When I dropped you off last night it was the single greatest day of my life. But then I get home and you ghost me.”
“Asshole,” Blair says under her breath as she rolls her eyes. “Just like the last time I met you.”
I look at her in disbelief because I’ve never met her roommate until this moment. “I’m sorry, I don’t know who you are, but this is between Brooklyn and me.”
“You seriously have no idea you went on a date with her?” Brooklyn says as her eyes narrow on me. “How many women do you go out with at one time? Jesus.”
“I went out on a lot of dates before I met you, and I don’t remember most of them.” I look at Blair and shrug. “Sorry again, but if we went out I have no idea.”
“Seriously?” Suddenly there’s a softness to Brooklyn’s voice and I latch on to it.
“Yeah, I mean, I was on that app for a couple of months and usually agreed to anyone who asked to go out. I wanted to give it a chance, but normally the second I meet someone I can tell if it’s going to work out. I’d usually just play on my phone and eat dinner until they left or walked out on me.” I sigh. “I know this doesn’t make me sound like a great guy, but you know me, Brooklyn. We had our date. Did I do any of that to you?”
She hesitates for a second and then shakes her head. “No, you didn’t ignore me.” Then as if remembering something, she gets mad all over again. “But that doesn’t explain where you were last night.”
“Exactly,” Blair chimes in.
“What’s going on?” I hear two women behind me in the hallway walk through the open door of the apartment like they live here too.
“Oh, did someone get breakfast?” one of them says as the other scowls at me.
“What the hell is he doing here?”
“He is trying to figure out what the fuck is going on and why my girlfriend is mad at me!” I shout, because I’m getting really tired of everyone thinking I’m the bad guy.
“They told me you were still making dates on the dating app last night and you agreed to go out with them,” Brooklyn says as tears form in her eyes.
“What the hell are you talking about? I didn’t agree to go out with anyone. I deleted the app after our first date, Brooklyn.” When she looks away from me, it breaks my heart. “I swear, you’ve got to believe me. Why would I lie?”
“To sleep with women?” one of them says with a mouth full of pastry.
“I brought those for Brooklyn,” I tell her, but she doesn’t look sorry.
“Cherry, stop eating. We’re supposed to be mad.”
“If you could taste how good this was, you wouldn’t tell me to stop, Harlow.”
The one named Harlow rolls her eyes and something about that is familiar.
“Do I know you?” I ask her, and she lets out a humorless laugh.
“You know all of us, Thanos,” Cherry says as she takes another bite. “Brooklyn here was the last one of us to go out with you and apparently you actually talked to her.”
“Thanos?” I shake my head because this is all getting jumbled up. “Okay, cards on the table, someone tell me what in the actual fuck is happening right now.”
“You went out with all of us on the dating app over the last few months,” Blair says as she walks up and grabs one of the coffees. “After we found out our sweet little Brooklyn was going out with you, we knew it was too good to be true. So the three of us set up a fake account and you asked us out last night. We had plans to meet at ten o’clock at the restaurant you took all of us to.”
“That’s impossible,” I deny, and Brooklyn still won’t look at me. “Ask my driver, ask my security guys. Fuck, I’ll pull up my cameras, hang on.” I pull out my phone and go to my camera feed. It takes a second for it to load but finally it comes up. “See!”
The girls move in close around my phone and they all stare at it.