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I frowned. “What number are you calling from?”
“I’m in my dad’s office. My battery died.”
“Oh.” I sat on the edge of my bed. “Iamsorry though. My father means well but he needs to mind his own business. I’m a big girl.”
“Maybe you should listen to him.”
“What?” I barked a laugh. “Are you serious right now?”
“I just mean that what he’s saying is true. I’m not good enough for you, Luna. I never will be.”
“He never said any of that. Is that how you feel?” I couldn’t believe him right now. “You didn’t seem to mind that you weren’t good enough for me when I gave you a blowjob outside, Zach. Or when we almost had sex this afternoon.”
“That shouldn’t have happened. None of that should have happened.”
I jumped to my feet. “Zach.”
“Luna, he’s your father. He knows—”
“He doesn’t know shit,” I snapped. “I’ll see you later.” I hung up the phone and tossed it on my bed. God, what the hell was wrong with the men in my life?
Scrubbing my hands down my face, I let out a huff before rising from the bed. Taking a quick shower, I rinsed the day off of me. As much as I didn’t want to, I washed what Zach and I had almost done off of my skin.
We had been so close. So damn close to having sex and now he didn’t want more? Well screw him. I would prove to him that he was wrong.
Zach
SITTING AT THE BARof the small Italian restaurant, I waited for my takeout order and felt the hairs on the back of my neck tingle. Glancing around me, I found a woman sitting at the bar a few stools down.
I frowned. Something about her was familiar.
She met my gaze. “Do I know you?”
“I don’t know. I was just thinking that you look familiar.”
Her brows furrowed. “I was thinking the same thing. I saw you come in. Are you waiting for someone?”
“Just my takeout. I ordered dinner for my parents.” My dad had a long day after helping me tie up some business and I was repaying him. Not that I needed to, but I decided anyway to give them a break. And my mom loved the food here, so it was a win-win.
“Oh, that’s sweet.” The woman smiled. “I was waiting for someone, but it seems that I’ve been stood up.” She sighed.
“I’m sorry to hear that.” I had never been on many dates, but I could imagine that being stood up was embarrassing as hell.
“It is what it is.” She took a sip of her martini, her gaze flicking to mine. “Do you ever come into The Dove Project?”
“I do. My mom is one of the owners.”
“Yes!” she cried, snapping her fingers. “That’s where I’ve seen you before. Can I be forward and ask what your name is?”
“Zach Porter.” It explained how she looked familiar. I used to spend a lot of time there before I became busy with work.
“Are you fucking kidding me?”
My head whipped around. “Excuse me?”
“Do I look stupid to you?” the woman seethed.
I shook my head. “What the hell are you talking about?”
