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“Sure. I’ll be there. Do I need to bring anything?”

She licks her lips. “A bottle of wine would be nice.”

“Our daughter doesn’t need wine for me to visit her,” I sternly reply.

“Whatever.” Her gaze flicks upward. “It would be nice for me to get through this stressful night.”

I walk her to the door. “Good-bye, Jessa.”

She waves with too much enthusiasm. “See you tonight.”

* * *

I hate myself.

“Hey, babe,” I say to Sierra over the phone.

“Hey,” she chirps. “I’m about to head home. Do you need anything while I’m out?”

Home.She’s coming home, and I’m about to fucking lie to her.

A sour taste sets in my mouth. “I’m good. I wanted to let you know that I’m not working tonight.” I need to leave before she gets here. I can’t face her.

“Uh-oh, the boss is calling in?” she teases.

I force myself to chuckle. “Cohen needs help at the Twisted Fox.” I cringe at how easily the lie comes out. “They’re short-staffed, and the others are on vacation.”

I went through lies all day today. I need to tell Sierra about my daughter, but things are so damn good between us. Not to mention, she turned down an apartment for me. She was right. It’d put her in the same position as Devin. I need to figure out the perfect path to spring this on her and pray she doesn’t freak out.

Shit.

Not only is the change to our lives a daughter, but it also involves Jessa—a chick she can’t stand.

Fuck.I don’t even know why I’m hiding it.

I’m a pussy. That’s it.

“You can’t have Mikey do it?” she asks, snapping me away from my worries.

“It’s too hard, explaining the ropes on a night shift. I helped Cohen open his bar and know my way around it.”

I hear the disappointment in her tone. “Oh, okay. I’ll see you later then. If you need an extra hand, I don’t mind tagging along.”

“I’ll ask him and let you know, okay? Love you.”

“Love you, too.”

I hate myself more when I hang up.

Even worse, I have a message from Jessa giving me the address with a smile-face emoji.

* * *

I’m sweating bullets.

My mind is scrambling.

I’m suffering from more anxiety than I have in my entire life.

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