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Once his laughter dies down, he stares at me thoughtfully for a few seconds before speaking, “Are you waiting for me to tell you it’s a bad fucking idea?”
“I’m not going back on my word.”
“She’s your brother’s girl, Dash,” he reasons, speaking in a placating tone.
The words still enrage me none the same and I grit out, “Ex-girlfriend. He cheated on her, remember?”
“Does she know the truth about Niall?”
I stiffen, guilty and disturbing memories replaying inside my head. It’s not often I think about them since they’re a chapter of my life I’ve tried hard to forget. Living in the past has never helped anybody.
“No,” I finally answer. “And I’m not going to.”
“You can’t keep it from her.” His tone is hard and forceful. “She deserves to know before finding out from someone else, which she will once your lives intertwine as a couple.”
“Our relationship isn’t real for me to confess my sins of the past to Bianca. It’s none of her fucking business anyways.”
I ignore his disappointing and sympathetic look boring into me. Besides, it’s not as if she’s asked me about Niall, which tells me she wants our history to remain just that. There’s no need for rehashing the ghosts of the past when it’s what neither of us want.
Because the alternative will have her ending up hating me.
And I’m not going to destroy us before I’ve even had her.
“You’re making a mistake,” he warns darkly. “But since you’re once again blinded by your lust for her, I suggest you be careful and don’t break her heart.”
“It won’t come to that.” I shrug. “I’ll be out of her life before then.”
His head shakes like I’m in denial. What can I say? Sometimes denial is bliss.
Justin is worrying for no reason. Though I don’t fault him for trying to be a good friend. I’ll just have to prove him wrong that I won’t let lust cloud my judgment, unlike last time. The sound of my phone pinging saves me from continuing this taxing conversation and I grab it to read the message.
“I have to go,” I announce, standing up as I button my jacket and put my phone in my pocket after texting the driver to bring my car around.
“Where?” Justin questions, doing the same.
“I’m moving into my new apartment today.”
“I’m coming with you.”
“Don’t you have your own company to run?” I taunt. “I invited you for a weekend and not for you to practically move in, dickhead.”
He rolls his eyes, wrapping his arm around my shoulder as we walk out of my office. “Is that your not-so-subtle way of telling me to fuck off? I thought we were BBFFs, Stern.”
“BBFS?”
“Boy best friends forever.”
“The fuck!” My lips curl in a wince. “What illegal stuff are you smoking now?”
“You don’t like it?”
“If you say you do, I’m throwing you over the roof.”
“What’s wrong with it? My niece taught me that one last night on video call.”
“You being a grown-ass man, for starters.” I toss his arm from my back as we step inside the elevator and turn to him. I mutter under my breath, “And you call me an idiot.”
“So I guess ‘I’m Joey to your Chandler’ is out of the question?”
