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“And this is the same guy you saw at that party you told me about?”
“Same guy. Lucas Wilder.”
“Wait, you didn’t tell me he was a Wilder brother.”
“You know them?”
“I know of them. The entire state knows of them,” I said. Everyone knew those boys. Good looking trouble makers, the lot of them. Billionaires or some shit.
I never understood people with money. I was sitting here in a dress I ordered from one of those second hand apps, with my dark hair twisted up in a bun because I hadn’t treated myself to a hair cut in a couple months.
“I didn’t know of them.”
“Because you live under a rock, Jess.”
“Thanks, Andrea.”
“So, you say this guy’s your boyfriend? Like, the two of you are an official item?”
“You ask me like that’s not a thing.”
“With the Wilder brothers, it’s not. It’s why I’m asking. Did he explicitly call you his girlfriend? Or are you just assuming this because the two of you slept together?”
“It’s an official thing, Andrea. Stop worrying.”
“But how do you know this?”
“Because when we were in bed together, he told me I was his.”
“Like, gazing into your eyes and stroking your cheek? Or fucking your brains out and growling at you?”
“Andrea—”
“Look. I saw you get your heart broken. I don’t want it to happen again. The Wilder brothers? They’re not just known for their business. They’re players. All of them. And I don’t want you to get hurt again.”
“It’s not like that. He’s not like that.”
“Yes, he is. All of the Wilder brothers are, Jessica.”
“Well, he’s not like that with me.”
“Have you talked to him since the date-turned-night-of-passion?” I asked.
“I haven’t, no.”
“So, you haven't talked with him all week,” I said.
“Why are you ruining this for me? I meet a great guy that tracked me down at a party and we’ve shared two moments of desperate, unadulterated passion and you want to drive a stake into that?”
“You’re talking with hearts in your eyes. You’ve got no idea what Lucas’ intentions are with you.”
“Yes, I do. They’re to take me out again. He’s dealing with work. It doesn’t shock me one bit that I haven’t heard from him this week. Things with families always get complicated,” she said.
“But not even once? Not even a text message? Or a ten-second phone call? Nothing to establish a ‘hey, I want to see you this weekend’ type of deal?”
“You really need to stop it, Andrea. Just because you’ve been single since high school doesn’t mean you need to burst my bubble when I find someone that makes me happy.”
“Well, dig it in, why don’t you?”
