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Kill me. Kill me right now.
“Can we . . .” I smile at my work friends all watching us. “Excuse us for a moment.” I grab Henley’s hand and pull him into my laundry room and shut the door behind us. “What the fuck are you doing?” I whisper angrily.
“What the fuck are you doing?” he whispers right back. “If you think you can use me as a scapegoat to dodge your loser friend, you can think again,” he growls. “I have never been so infuriated.”
“Keep your voice down,” I whisper. “The girls made up the story, not me.”
“Bullshit,” he spits. “You lied to him about having a boyfriend, and I will not stand for it.”
“So go home,” I spit. “I didn’t ask you to come here.”
“And I didn’t ask to be a victim of your lies. Tell me the truth or else.”
“Or else what?” I fume.
“Or else I’ll fuck you on the table in front of your guests.”
“What?” I explode. “That’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard.”
Although . . .
He grabs me by my two arms. “You’re a liar.”
“Don’t touch me.” I struggle to get out of his grip. “You sleazebag.”
“Coming from you, that’s laughable.”
“How dare you.”
“Oh, I dare, all right. I’m going out there to tell everyone what you’re really like. Fucking me while you were engaged to another man. You couldn’t lie straight in bed.”
“Don’t.” I panic as I grab his two hands in mine. “You can’t,” I beg. “I know I lied to Warren, and he’ll be upset. Please don’t hurt his feelings to get back at me.”
He narrows his eyes.
“Please.” I put my hands in a praying gesture. “Just pretend to like me for ten minutes, and then you can go home and never speak to me again.”
He raises an eyebrow.
“What does that mean?” I whisper.
Without another word he storms out. My heart is thumping hard in my chest. I can’t believe this. Why the hell would Warren go over to his house?
This is the worst. I look like an even bigger loser now. What must he think of me?
“Who wants a drink?” I hear Henley ask everyone in a super-sweet voice.
“I’ll have one.”
“Me too,” I hear them all chime in.
Oh no . . .
He’s up to something. I just know it.
I go to the bathroom and splash water on my face and shake my hands around to try and calm myself down.
It’s ten minutes. Realistically, how pear shaped can things go in ten minutes? I’ll play along, and then he’ll go home. And next week I’ll pretend to break up with him. Problem solved.
