restaurant to wait for Vanessa. Why, I walked away as I was asking for a ride, I had no clue.
Ben: On my way...
Fabulous. My phone dinged again, I looked at the screen.
Ben: Beautiful.
I gasped. “Ethan,” I whispered aloud, looking around me. Why was he coming to pick me up? Where was Ben and Vanessa? Why did he have Ben's phone? And why did he call me beautiful? God, I am so confused and there goes my once clear head filled with the thoughts of one delicious Ethan Montello.
I stood out by the door of the restaurant, leaning up against the brick. I crossed my arms, uncrossed them, placed my hands on my hips, I let them fall. I anxiously switched the weight on my footing. I was extremely nervous as the last time we were alone, I was awful to him. I didn't deserve to be talked to, or given a ride home from a restaurant. I deserved to be spit on.
Chapter two
Ethan
“Okay, guys. I'm going to go to bed and read a little. Let you catch up,” Vanessa winked at me then leaned over to give Ben a kiss.
“I'll be in shortly, babe,” Ben kissed her one more time. “Love you,”
“Love you too,” my sister looked at me. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” I smiled at her. I was more than okay given the circumstance. “Night,”
“Goodnight,” she walked away and disappeared into the hallway.
“Are you really okay?” Ben nodded towards me from the other side of the couch.
“Seriously, I am okay,” I laughed, tossing the throw pillow at Ben. I wish they would stop asking me that. Granted yes, my girlfriend of over a year cheated on me with our realtor then kicked me out of my house. But, honestly, I am okay. I was more shocked than hurt. I'm not going to lie, it hurts, but I am good.
Ben picked up his phone from his pocket and was grinning like a dip shit while his fingers went to town on the keys.
“Who are you texting all happy?” I asked him, leaning over to see what he was typing.
Pencil Dick, LOL!
“Pencil dick?” I laughed. “Who the hell are you sending that to?”
“Shh! Vanessa will hear you!” he whispered loudly. “It's Maria,” he laughed aloud.
“Ah, that must have something to do with the whole pinky thing,” I held my pinky up in the air. I felt my stomach tie up into knots at the thought of Maria being with someone else.
“Sure does,” Ben sighed, tossing his phone onto the cushions. “But, I'm sure you don't want to hear about it,” he eyed me. He's right, I don't.
“Seriously, Benjamin?” Whatever in the hell that comment was supposed to mean.
“Just sayin'” he shrugged. “So what the hell happened with Jackie? All Vanessa told me was that she was messing around with that real estate guy, and why the hell didn't you tell me?”
I rubbed the back of my neck with a sigh. “Oh, my God it was a nightmare, and honestly, Vanessa was the first person I called. I figured I would talk to you about it when I got here,”
“Fair enough,” he shrugged. “So what happened?”
I thought for a moment trying to think of where to even start. “She was acting all weird for the last few months, not talking all that much and totally quit being intimate with me for the last three weeks, easy. You know, holding onto her phone like it was her life line. It was ridiculous. I thought maybe I was jumping to conclusions so I tried to let it go for a few weeks but her actions were making my skin crawl. So, yesterday I was actually going home to talk to her because I had had enough of her bullshit and there was an Escalade parked in the driveway. I ran in the house and could hear her from the entry way. I ran up the stairs and she was riding him in my bed. In my fucking bed...” I shook my head at the memory. “So, I left and went back a few hours later so I could talk to her. All of my things were