Page 9 of Let Me Be the One


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“I’d bet my life she hasn’t looked twice at a guy since she broke up with Lucas.”

At that moment, Lainey looks over at us. When she sees me standing at the bar, recognition whips across her face and she smiles. Then, as though she’s suddenly remembered she’s not happy with me, a frown replaces her smile, and she turns her attention back to the group she’s sitting with.

My first instinct is to walk over there and ask her what’s up. We used to hang out every weekend and it’s good to see her. I can take a moment out from guy’s night to talk to her. But when she glances back at me briefly, a frown still on her face, I stop myself. I don’t know why she’s annoyed at me, but whatever problem she has is hers, not mine. My days of turning myself inside out, attempting to please someone and trying to work out if I measure up to their expectations or am inevitably disappointing them are over and done with. Rejection is hard enough when you pretend nothing and no one matters. But when you stop pretending and put yourself on the line only to find out you’re not good enough, well, that’s the kind of shit that destroys a man.

“She doesn’t look happy to see you,” Duncan points out. “Did you do something to piss her off?”

“Not that I know of. I haven’t even spoken to her since that night.”

The look Duncan throws me is full of sympathy, and I take that as my cue to shove the lid down on my emotions and screw it on tight. I came out tonight with the intention of getting laid and drowning my sorrows, and nothing, not even the strange disappointment I feel over Lainey’s reaction to seeing me, is going to stop me. Fortunately, there are more than a few good pickings around to keep me happy. I like the look of the black-haired beauty over at the other side of the bar. She has streaks of red and purple in her hair, and black and purple eyeshadow highlights gorgeous brown eyes a man could lose himself in for a night. I smirk, thinking she probably likes things a bit wild. My kind of girl.

Ms Multi-coloured Hair catches me watching her and her eyes slide up and down my body provocatively. I know she likes what she sees when her eyes heat and she smiles. Without hesitation, I start walking towards her.

“Fellas, I’ll catch you later.”

The guys make stupid comments to my back, calling me out for bailing on our pub crawl and accusing me of being led around by my dick, but I don’t care. Seb has set his sights on the actresses of his favourite show, and we’re probably going to be here for a while. In other words, it’s pointless standing here, wondering why Lainey is ignoring me when I can find out if Ms Multi-coloured Hair is up for the night of debauchery I suspect she is.

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