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“I don’t think he’s trying to compete—”
“He is,” Weston retorts sharply. “He saw a side piece and decided to wave it around in my face.”
A side piece?
“I’m sorry, Weston, but did you just reference me as a sidepiece?”
His eyes widen and he shakes his head like he’s being rattled around. “No, no. Not at all. You’re beautiful, Hollyn. Fuckin’ perfect.” Okay, that’s more like it. Sorta. “I was moving at my own pace, ya know? It probably would’ve been too much drama during the season. Especially with what I wanted to do versus maybe your interpretation of it.”
My heart sinks into my chest. “My—how do you think I interpreted all this?”
He gives me this cynical look like I’m simple and naïve. “Hollyn, you are girlfriend material. All day, every day.”
Weston says that as though it’s a bad thing. So, why am I here?
“So, you thought I wanted to date you?” My question comes off flat. My whole brain wants to shut down from this conversation and night and chalk it up as a mistake that I don’t need to keep reliving.
“Don’t you?” He perks a cocky brow, and that’s what makes me snap.
“No, actually…I don’t.”
He chuckles and shakes his head, bringing his tequila up to his lips. “Sure about that?”
“Did it look like I wanted to date you last night?” I’m proud that my petty came out to play just now because Weston will not get the satisfaction of how I didn’t read the room right.
He doesn’t want to date.
He just wanted one-night stands and decided to waste my time, and apparently, what Reid and I did backfired.
And that’s okay.
I would’ve rather have done this than allow my heart to get broken by believing that Weston was trying to date me. Then, once he was able to sleep with me, he would’ve been on his way, and I would have been emotionally left to heal alone.
“Are you saying that you like Pierce?”
I lift my shoulder dismissively and grab my own drink. “Why not? He’s hot, successful, and really good at hockey.”
“He’s just lucky,” he spits back. “I got injured, so I couldn’t play.”
I have nothing to say back to that, but thankfully, the waitress comes back for no reason at all.
“Hey,” she greets Weston for the millionth time. “You look like you’re getting upset. Your food will be out shortly.”
“No worries, darlin’,” he drawls. “My date and I were just talking about some asshole who shouldn’t be around here.”
“Why not?” I propose evenly. “He’s helping the kids.”
Weston scoffs but doesn’t tear his attention off the waitress. “Could you get me another drink? And one for her, too.”
I’m…speechless.
The way that Weston carries himself is revolting and unattractive. I’m so done with this so-called date that I’m about to excuse myself and leave out the back.
“I’ll be right back,” the blonde coos with a bright smile, sauntering away and gaining Weston’s full attention as she goes.
“I’m gonna go take a piss,” he announces, eyes still glued on the waitress. “I’ll be right back.”
“Don’t get lost,” I deadpan, hoping that he does. This is the perfect opportunity for me to leave, but Weston drove me here, and I’ll need to order an Uber to get out front so that I don’t freeze outside.
