Crushing on my Billionaire Best Friend - Jolie Day Page 0,83
hated the thought of another man near her, or even looking at her in that dress. Where did she even get that thing? She was dressed to kill. And it was working. Because I felt like I was dying inside. My mind was reeling with all the possibilities. Was he putting his hand on her back as he showed her into the restaurant? Did he stare at her perfect ass when she walked by? It was too much to take.
I sank back against the couch, bringing the bottle to my lips for a big swig. I knew I couldn’t just sit there and drink all night. I’d be a sloppy, half-crazed, drunken mess by the time my roommate came home…if she came home.
A lightbulb went off. Why should I sit around all night, torturing myself over whatever she was doing out there with that schmuck? I had plenty of girls chomping at the bit to go out with me. Hell, I could have a chick on my dick in less than ten minutes. If she was going to flaunt her dates right in front of me, I’d go on a date, too. Maybe we’d even end up at the same restaurant.
It wasn’t right, but I couldn’t contain my jealousy. I pulled out my phone and started flipping through my contacts. But as I swiped through the list of available women, my heart sank further. I hadn’t been with anybody else since I’d slept with Laney. It wasn’t even a conscious decision I’d made. It just felt better to wait around for the possibility of things evolving between us rather than taking a chance with another woman.
Obviously, she doesn’t feel the same, dumbass. Or she wouldn’t be out there with that moron right now. Just pick a chick and call. You’ll forget all about what Laney’s doing in no time.
My thumb hesitated over several different names. Shit. I couldn’t bring myself to pull the trigger. I finally gave up and let my hand flop down beside me with my fingers loosely curled around my useless phone. I’d just have to accept my agony for the night and find a way to pass the time.
I stared down at the dark screen. Damon! He was a pro at tracking anybody down. He could tell me what kind of creeper we were dealing with here.
I dialed his number and waited anxiously for him to pick up. He’d barely said hello when I started rattling off instructions.
“‘T’sup. You know how we put files together on high-risk clients? Well. I need you to do the same for me. I don’t have much information on the guy. Just that he’s a dentist, first name’s Kyle, and he wears a bright purple shirt.”
“Whoa, buddy. Slow down. What’s going on?” I could hear the background noise drift further away as he stepped off somewhere more private. “And why aren’t you here at the gallery?” I heard a door close. Probably a bathroom. “You know we’re supposed to be schmoozing these new potential buyers.”
“Forget that,” I said. “My brother can do the ass kissing for tonight. I need you to get on this.”
“Why exactly? Who the fuck is this guy?”
“That’s what you need to find out.”
“Okay?”
I hated the tone in his voice. Like I’d lost my mind. Maybe I had. Okay, I had, but fuck it. And I was only about to make it worse. “He’s out with Laney tonight. I just want to make sure he’s not a date rapist or some kind of con man.”
“Uh-huh.” The line fell silent for a moment. “So, I take it you haven’t talked to her yet?”
“We hooked up again,” I groaned. “Well over and over again, actually. But then she fed me the same bullshit. That it had to stop. She just wants to be friends, then… Shit’s just fucked up, all right, and I don’t know what’s going on now. It’s fine. It’s whatever. But the least I can do is keep no-good perverts away from her.”
He let out a chuckle, mixed with a sigh. “Listen, Oliver. I get that you’re worried about her. If that’s what we’re calling it…” I could imagine him hanging his head, pitying me and thinking I’d really lost it, “…instead of pure unchecked jealousy, which is what we’re really dealing with here. But Laney is a grown woman. She can date and fuck and make her own decisions about who she does that with. Anyway, why do you care so much now? Surely you’ve seen