or I come unglued and that can get messy." I said it with a smile on my face, but I wasn't lying and we both knew it.
Rhys frowned and looked worried, but I had to keep on keeping on.
"Does fat Joe the cat moonlight as a Puerto Rican rapper?"
"Just on weekends," Rhys answered, still frowning.
I passed him a slice of pizza and he ate that plus three more slices. When all of the pizza was gone and I reassured him that I was fine, he finally left, and I didn't find it funny at all.
Chapter Sixteen
Know what I want. Go get it. That's what Rhys said. When I woke up the next morning, I knew that I wanted a donut, so I went down into the kitchen and got it.
That was satisfying.
If only Rhys was so easy to get.
And keep.
I got him, but I wasn't delusional. I didn't have him wholly, and I didn't really know if keeping him was an obtainable option. He wasn't a donut.
You're probably wondering why I want someone I can't have. Contrary to popular belief, I don't want him just because I can't have him. He's not a challenge, or else he would already have been conquered. I got him in bed twice and I have his friendship for sure, so that's not it.
Good girls tend to like bad boys. I'm a good girl in the sense that I'm not a hoe bag. Rhys is a bad boy because he is a hoe bag. Many would argue that my challenge is in taming him, halting his philandering ways, but I like him untamed. I don't like his philandering, but he has to want to stop on his own.
Does it really even matter why I want him, though? The fact is that I do, and after yesterday, I feel maybe he wants me a little, too, but I won't get my hopes up about it.
I went to work after taking a little extra care to get ready, but had no real expectations. I imagined a hell of a lot of scenarios, but I expected none of them. I knew that in real life, Rhys wasn't going to race into the parking lot on a horse and sweep me away. I knew in real life Rhys wasn't going to show up with an a capella group and sing me a love song, and I knew for damn sure Rhys wasn't going to kiss me in public or say something sweet and corny, which was far bigger than acapella or bended knees.
I didn't expect miracles, but I didn't expect what I got either...
Rhys was moody. I had never seen anything like it on his precious face. I didn't know whether to run away crying hysterically like a mad woman or to slap the shit out of him like a mad woman.
I was about to do the mad woman thing after he snapped at me and Nicole about some work related issue out of our hands, but then he closed his eyes for a moment and sighed. When he opened them he seemed a little more like himself.
"I'm sorry," he said. "I had a really shitty morning and then the situation here isn't much less shitty."
"Shittiness has never bothered you before," I said, not yet ready to accept his apology.
"Yeah, well, I'm just as human as you are, Lin." Now he was irritated again, because I was still irritated.
Nicole sighed loudly and said "Let's just get through this. I have other things to do."
"God forbid anyone hold you up," Rhys said, uncharacteristically mean to Nicole - to anyone.
"Look, if you were here yesterday instead of rolling in the sack with your flavor of the month than maybe this could have been avoided, or at least the impact wouldn't be so bad."
Though the biting words were directed at Rhys, they also nipped at me. I must have really looked wounded because Nicole's face softened and she immediately apologized to me.
"I'm sorry, Lindsey," she said hurriedly. "I didn't mean to offend you. He's being such a jackass and I only meant to dish it back to him."
"He is being a jackass," I agreed. "But what gives you the impression I'm the flavor of the month? Could be anyone."
She looked at me like I was dumb. Maybe I was. We did both call out and it was no secret that we were on very friendly terms. I was struck by how hurt Nicole's eyes looked under her irritation, and I realized that at any moment I could
Rhys frowned and looked worried, but I had to keep on keeping on.
"Does fat Joe the cat moonlight as a Puerto Rican rapper?"
"Just on weekends," Rhys answered, still frowning.
I passed him a slice of pizza and he ate that plus three more slices. When all of the pizza was gone and I reassured him that I was fine, he finally left, and I didn't find it funny at all.
Chapter Sixteen
Know what I want. Go get it. That's what Rhys said. When I woke up the next morning, I knew that I wanted a donut, so I went down into the kitchen and got it.
That was satisfying.
If only Rhys was so easy to get.
And keep.
I got him, but I wasn't delusional. I didn't have him wholly, and I didn't really know if keeping him was an obtainable option. He wasn't a donut.
You're probably wondering why I want someone I can't have. Contrary to popular belief, I don't want him just because I can't have him. He's not a challenge, or else he would already have been conquered. I got him in bed twice and I have his friendship for sure, so that's not it.
Good girls tend to like bad boys. I'm a good girl in the sense that I'm not a hoe bag. Rhys is a bad boy because he is a hoe bag. Many would argue that my challenge is in taming him, halting his philandering ways, but I like him untamed. I don't like his philandering, but he has to want to stop on his own.
Does it really even matter why I want him, though? The fact is that I do, and after yesterday, I feel maybe he wants me a little, too, but I won't get my hopes up about it.
I went to work after taking a little extra care to get ready, but had no real expectations. I imagined a hell of a lot of scenarios, but I expected none of them. I knew that in real life, Rhys wasn't going to race into the parking lot on a horse and sweep me away. I knew in real life Rhys wasn't going to show up with an a capella group and sing me a love song, and I knew for damn sure Rhys wasn't going to kiss me in public or say something sweet and corny, which was far bigger than acapella or bended knees.
I didn't expect miracles, but I didn't expect what I got either...
Rhys was moody. I had never seen anything like it on his precious face. I didn't know whether to run away crying hysterically like a mad woman or to slap the shit out of him like a mad woman.
I was about to do the mad woman thing after he snapped at me and Nicole about some work related issue out of our hands, but then he closed his eyes for a moment and sighed. When he opened them he seemed a little more like himself.
"I'm sorry," he said. "I had a really shitty morning and then the situation here isn't much less shitty."
"Shittiness has never bothered you before," I said, not yet ready to accept his apology.
"Yeah, well, I'm just as human as you are, Lin." Now he was irritated again, because I was still irritated.
Nicole sighed loudly and said "Let's just get through this. I have other things to do."
"God forbid anyone hold you up," Rhys said, uncharacteristically mean to Nicole - to anyone.
"Look, if you were here yesterday instead of rolling in the sack with your flavor of the month than maybe this could have been avoided, or at least the impact wouldn't be so bad."
Though the biting words were directed at Rhys, they also nipped at me. I must have really looked wounded because Nicole's face softened and she immediately apologized to me.
"I'm sorry, Lindsey," she said hurriedly. "I didn't mean to offend you. He's being such a jackass and I only meant to dish it back to him."
"He is being a jackass," I agreed. "But what gives you the impression I'm the flavor of the month? Could be anyone."
She looked at me like I was dumb. Maybe I was. We did both call out and it was no secret that we were on very friendly terms. I was struck by how hurt Nicole's eyes looked under her irritation, and I realized that at any moment I could
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