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Betting on the Beat
BREANNA LYN
Every friends-to-lovers romcom ends the same…but real life isn’t a made for TV movie.
Mia
This is the story about how I broke my best friend’s heart.
Picture your forever person. The one you want next to you when the world goes sideways. For me, that’s Garrett. Has been since I was six.
But I might as well be Alicia Silverstone with how clueless I am about how he feels about me or when his body morphed into Greek god status. I’m sure waking up naked next to him in Vegas with matching rings will work out fine.
Garrett
I can’t pinpoint the exact moment I fell in love with Mia. But it’s been so long I can’t remember when I didn’t. But she never saw me as anything more than her best friend, her shoulder to cry on when one of her Hollywood boyfriends broke her heart.
Waking up naked, hungover, and married to her isn’t my ideal way of getting the girl, but I’ve never been one to turn down an opportunity. And this is a big one. My chance to finally show her that I can be more than her best friend.
Our life isn’t some Hollywood blockbuster though. Best friends don’t cross that line because real life isn’t a fantasy. If you sleep with your best friend, you ruin your best friend-ship. And now that I’ve slept with Mia, I might as well be drowning. Can I convince her that I’m the real deal and to give our marriage a shot?
Chapter One
MIA
Well, it’s over. America’s “Sexiest Couple” is no longer. Tucker Winston and Mia Maddox have called it quits. Tucker, who recently wrapped filming on Vendetta of Justice, is already enjoying his newly single status, dancing it up with several ladies while in New York last week. No signs of Mia since her camp released a carbon copy of Tucker’s Instagram message. Sources close to the actress tell us that she’s keeping a low profile. Maybe nursing a broken heart?
“Broken heart, my ass,” I scoff.
“Ah-ah-ah.” Evie grabs my phone before I can sling it across the room the way I want to.
“Aren’t I the boss?” I ask, lifting an eyebrow at her mischievous grin.
“You told me to prevent you from breaking another phone after the last incident,” she reminds me.
“You’re fired,” I grumble.
“You told me that yesterday.”
“So why are you here today?”
“Because you and I both know you didn’t mean it.” She winks before burying her nose in my phone. “Looks like the story is hitting all the outlets.”
“Which one?” I question. “Me nursing a broken heart? Or the previously agreed to message Tucker’s publicist wrote?”
If the joint message had been the only thing to hit the media outlets, it would be one thing. Our statement had been simple. We’d grown apart and were pursuing separate interests. Pursuing separate interests. What a joke. While I’d been pursuing a monogamous relationship, Tucker had been screwing everything in a short skirt, and I was tired of being the object of pity because my shithead of a boyfriend didn’t understand the definition of exclusive.
She sighs. “Both.”
“Ugh.” I lean my head back against the couch. “Why is it that I break up with him, but he comes out the hero?”
“What did you ever see in this guy?” she asks. Evie’s only been with me about six months, so she didn’t see who Tucker was when he was trying to be likeable.
I shrug. “When we first met, it was for a publicity date. He was charming, caring… He swept me off my feet.”
“Then what?”
