Page 42 of The Casanova Complex

GOOD BOY:

GOOD BOY: I am in dire need of assistance like life or death

I roll my eyes. Dire need of help, and he’s texting me?

ME: Sounds like you should probably call an ambulance then

His response is immediate.

GOOD BOY: I’m serious

ME: Me too. The number is really easy, even you can handle it. 9-1-1

ME: I’m busy tonight. Super busy. Sorry!

GOOD BOY: Merritt.

ME: Bennett.

GOOD BOY: What if I say please?

ME: … No.

GOOD BOY: Pretty please?

GOOD BOY: Or even better, what if I get on my knees? You seem to like when I do that.

My cheeks feel like they’re going to catch fire as I read his message, my pulse speeding up alongside my heart.

He’s infuriating, and the only thing I dislike more than him… is my attraction to him.

There shouldn’t be any attraction.

He’s annoying, and he drives me insane, pushing buttons that I didn’t even know existed. He humiliated me and doesn’t even remember doing it.

There are five solid reasons right there why I shouldn’t be attracted to Bennett Legros, and yet here we are.

Rolling my eyes, I tap my response, ignoring the rapid procession of my heart when the memory of his lips on mine floods back, against my will.

ME: What is so important that you can’t tell me over text… like a normal person?

GOOD BOY: Because it’s something that needs to be said face to face. It’s important Mer, come on.

ME: Don’t make me block you Legros

GOOD BOY: You wouldn’t

ME: Going back to my very busy night. Bye!

GOOD BOY: Remember when you used me like a piece of meat the other day to make your ex jealous? I felt so objectified by that, Merritt. The least you could do is hear me out

My mouth falls open.

That… fucker.

I sit straighter, pushing the bag of Cheetos off my lap.

ME: First of all, I did NOT kiss you to make him jealous. That’s your stupidly oversized ego talking. I just… had a momentary lapse of judgement and you have ridiculously perfect, soft lips that I can’t stop thinking about.