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Noah’s face closes off and he crosses his arms. “Are you serious?” He asks me like I’m supposed to understand what he means.
“I feel like we’re having two different conversations and I’m starting to get a little freaked out, so I think I’m just going to go.” I swiftly turn and step out of the closet. Somewhere in the apartment, I hear a door close, and my heart beats a little harder.
“Honey, I’m home!” A guy calls through the hallway and I can feel Noah on my heels, but I don’t turn around. I make a beeline down the hallway and step into my shoes just as another super-fit guy appears in the living room. He’s maybe six feet tall and his arms are corded with long lean muscles. Where Noah is a literal mountain, this guy looks built for speed.
I pick up my bag and try to skirt around him to get to the hallway but he blocks my path.
“Libby!” He says with a big smile like I’m supposed to know him. My tight smile must show how uncomfortable I am because he stands up straight and looks over my shoulder. “Hey, what’s going on?”
“Libby, wait, I think there’s been a misunderstanding,” Noah says behind me.
“I’m sorry,” I say quietly, stepping around the new guy and hustling to the front door. “I need to get going.” Before I leave, I force myself to turn around with a smile. “Thank you for considering my business.” I open the door and get the hell out of there.
Chapter 3 - Luka
“Dude, what the hell?” I ask Noah as the door shuts quietly behind the best thing that ever happened to a pair of jeans and a polo shirt. Jesus, that woman was fine.
“I fucked up.”
“Yeah, no shit. What happened? Didn’t you make it messy enough?”
I love Noah but the dude has been messed up by women and he’s kind of hopeless. He shoves his hands in his hair and stalks back into his living room to pace.
“She was here and so fucking pretty and then she smiled at me, and I thought she was giving me a vibe, you know.”
“A vibe?”
“I don’t know man, she was being friendly, so I started to put the moves on her. But she kept calling me Mr. Hart like she didn’t know my name and I called her on it then she kind of freaked out.” He says the last words in a rush before sitting down hard on his couch.
I sit in an armchair and look at my poor, stupid friend.
“Did it ever occur to you that she honestly had no idea who you were and that she didn’t know that Mr. Hart was a pseudonym?” I say the words slowly to ensure they sink into his thick skull. He’s obviously been tackled too many times.
“Obviously not,” he groans. I take pity on him, whipping out my phone and pulling up the Shorts app.
Luka Hart:Hey Libby, it’s me, Luka. We didn’t get the chance to officially meet but I’m the guy from the hallway. I just wanted to check to see if you’ve already made it to your car. I think we have a bit of a misunderstanding.
I stare at the app, watching the three little dots appear and disappear.
Libby Clean’s it All:Look, I don’t appreciate being the brunt of some kind of joke.
“She thinks we were messing with her,” I tell Noah and he says nothing.
Luka Hart:Sweetheart, I promise we’re not messing with you. Noah just got his wires crossed. Why don’t you come back upstairs, and we can talk it over and then you can decide what you want to do from there?
“What did she say?” He asks.
“She hasn’t said anything. I’m trying to get her to come back upstairs so you can explain why you’re not an asshole that thinks everyone with tits should just suck his dick because he plays football.”
My words are a little harsh, but Noah needs to get over himself. He’s been dating women who weren’t on the same page as him for years and he is always surprised when they don’t love him for more than his bank account.
Libby Clean’s it All:I’m not looking to get messed up by two rich guys playing games.
“Fuck, man, what did you do to her in that closet?”
“I told you. We started to get into it.” He adjusts himself and I want to know more about that.
Luka Hart:Here’s my number. Please call me and I can explain. I promise we’re not trying to take advantage of you.
