He scoffed and shook his head. “Didn’t look that way from here, Han,” he said, giving her a disappointed glare. “Looked like you were about to cross a line.”
Her shoulders deflated as she looked over at me cautiously. And then it clicked.
“Brody.” I felt sick to my stomach as what I thought was finally within reach slipped through my fingers at the last second. “You have to be fucking kidding me.”
Of course, her other boyfriend was the jackass that changed my tire the other day, expecting me to fawn over him for his manliness in helping me. Even though I never asked for the help.
“How do you two know each other?” Hannah asked, looking back and forth still.
“It doesn’t matter.” I ran my hand through my hair and sighed, already feeling the resolve inside of me turning to concrete. “I can’t do this.”
“Wait.” Hannah reached for me fleetingly as I evaded her touch. Moments before, I was ready to take her right there on the hood of my car, but now I couldn’t stand the thought of doing anything with that man’s girlfriend.
Unless it was out of spite just to show him, I could do it better than he could.
“She’s right, wait.” Brody, the neanderthal, sighed and glared at me before turning to Hannah and it was odd watching from the outside, but he softened his gruff demeanor for her. “This is what you want?” He nodded to me. “Her?”
Hannah peeked back at me, “Well, we were just getting to that part.”
“I’m not a zoo animal.” I snapped, shaking it off. “I’m not going to perform so your guys can watch and get off on two girls together.”
“We wouldn’t treat Hannah that way.” He bit back, “You have no clue what you’re talking about.”
“Maybe so,” I shrugged, taking one last fleeting glance at Hannah, as regret washed over me with each step away that I took. “But I’m not going to stick around to find out, either.”
“What about your car?” He called out as I grabbed my purse from the back seat and headed back toward the shop.
“I’ll call someone else for a tow. Someone that doesn’t have to loan his girlfriend out to make her come!” I yelled over my shoulder and then flipped him the bird as I walked across the parking lot.
God, what I wouldn’t give to be wearing a pair of red bottoms so they could both drool as I cat walked away.
Was I twisted in the head and placing blame on Hannah’s shoulders when it wasn’t her fault?
Yes.
Was I healed enough in my mental health journey to be better than that.
Nope.
She picked the biggest douche canoe in the world to be in love with, really.
It was dark in the shop, everyone had gone home hours ago, yet I still sat in my suite, pouting like a teenager. I pretended to be busy with sketches, which I was, but I also didn’t need to pull an all-nighter to get anything done either.
No, in reality, I was just sulking.
And stewing because the prick-ass bastard actually towed my car with my fucking lunch bag in it, and it had all of my snacks. So that led me to be hangry and salty as the hours ticked on, leaving me wondering what to do.
I could have called an Uber and gotten home, or at the very least, ordered dinner to be delivered, but I was punishing myself by making myself as miserable as possible.
“Hey, Barbie.” I looked up for the first time in hours and found Trey leaning against my door. “I thought everyone had gone home by now.”
I nodded to him, not even remotely interested in sparring verbally with him like usual. “Everyone else has.”
He tilted his head to the side in that eerie Trey mannerism that always gave me goosebumps. I had no clue how Reyna gave him the time of day in the beginning, with his abrasive weirdo tendencies and her sweet, good-girl nature.
“So Hannah, huh?” He asked, and I felt myself gaining the energy to tell him to fuck off, barely restraining. So instead, I ignored him. Which I knew Trey hated more than anything.
I looked back down at my tablet and tried to focus on the design for a client next week, like he wasn’t hovering.
After all of two seconds, he sighed dramatically and came in, throwing himself down in the chair for my client’s guests, and went on. “Okay fine.” He held his hands up, “I’ll be nice.”
“Why?” I questioned, not trusting him for a second. I didn’t hate Trey, quite the opposite, really. He reminded me a lot of myself, which was why we butted heads so often. We knew the other could take all the blows and keep coming back for more without actually being offended. But I just didn’t have the fight in me at the moment.
“Because Reyna told me she wouldn’t let me into bed tonight if I came down here and razzed you.”
I snorted and rolled my eyes. “You’re so whipped.”
“One hundred percent.” He nodded his head like a bobblehead doll. “I’m prize motivated, and my prize is sex. All day, every day.”
“And all three of them know it, don’t they?”
“It’s cruel, really.” He sighed, leaning back in the chair and looking around. “You ever feel like designing interiors?”
I scoffed, “Huh?”
“The vibe,” he waved his hand around my room and shrugged, “It’s pretty cool.”
