Girl Crush

I was done. Done with men. Women say it all the time; they get fed up, throw their hands in the air, and vow a life of celibacy—until the next chiseled chest comes into view and then they’re foaming at the mouth and wiping the drool from their chins. But this was different, I really meant it. I’d been manhandled by the last pig that would ever bring his sausage near me. After one of the nastiest divorces in history, followed by some of the crudest and raunchiest dates, I’d decided to bat for the other team. …At least I tried. But creating the next Brat Pack hadn’t been on the agenda. Neither had my date’s brother, Collier West. And I wasn’t prepared for finding true love at the end of my gal-pal tryst. Girl Crush is created by Stephie Walls, an eGlobal Creative Publishing Signed Author.

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Chapter 18

"He just stood there and watched you get dressed? Without so much as a word? No apology?"

I shrugged. He had sort of just stood awestruck, but I'd gotten dressed faster than he could have realized what was going on, and tore out of his house like a bat out of hell. I hadn't bothered to call Veronica when I screeched out of Collier's driveway. I sent her a text and told her I would be at her house in minutes and to prepare Trish. I hadn't had time to think about what I was doing. I just knew my head was all kinds of fucked up, and I needed my best friend.

Ronnie asked the questions, and Trish poured the wine. And something in that visit changed between my best friend's girlfriend and me, but I hadn't pinpointed it just yet because I was still too mortified to face reality.

"Your life is like a soap opera." There was humor in Trish's statement but not condemnation. She handed me a glass before joining us on the couch.

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