Knot So Lucky (Destination Love, #1)(75)

Sami’s brows raise as she looks over at Millie.

“Oh, we’re not having a sister fight. Your partner in crime and in LLC is losing her shit. She’s in a spiral.”

I shake my head. “We’re not in a spiral… I am not in a fucking spiral. I’m here, being pleasant and shit.”

“Babes. Too loud,” Millie hisses, hooking my arm as she begins guiding me back to the break room.

But I protest. “What are you doing? I’m not doing this right now.”

She keeps her voice low as Samantha follows behind us, grabbing a plate full of hors d’oeuvres.

“Would you please shut up and get in here,” Millie rushes out, opening the door to the break room and shoving me inside.

Sami follows before they close the door behind them.

“What are you two doing? You can’t trap me in here. I’ll gnaw my leg off.”

Samantha laughs, shoving the food at me. “Oh my god, eat food, you lightweight. And that only applies to traps…not room, dummy.”

“Whatever,” I huff, hearing how I sound before I shove a crostini in my mouth.

They’re staring at me like two impossibly large, emotionally accountable mountains to bypass. I hate it when they team up on me because then I have to deal with my actual problems. Just let me bury everything deep down and pay for therapy later, jerks.

“We should have done this weeks ago,” Millie whispers to Sami, who nods.

My shoulders slump as I shove another delicious bite in my mouth with no attempt to be ladylike. Food was definitely needed.

A random thought strikes, suddenly hitting me like lightning, making me feel fried.

He’s right. I do eat like an animal.

Sami walks over and slips her hand inside of mine, staring me directly in the eyes.

“I’m going to tell you something that I’ve been keeping from you. I was waiting to see how you were today. Because if you were great, then you never needed to know. But if you weren’t—”

I cut her off, scowling, little pieces of bread flying from my mouth before I cover it.

“What do you mean? What have you been keeping from me?”

Samantha looks at Millie, who starts chewing on her thumbnail, so now I know it’s something I’m going to totally fucking hate. I reach out, snatching the water in Millie’s hand, and chug it back before wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.

“You two better come clean. Because I don’t love the vibes.”

Sami takes a deep breath before she dives right in.

“Alec met Crew.”

My breath ceases to exist. And I begin blinking too quickly. She did not just say that.

“Is the world spinning?” I whisper. “I think it’s spinning.”

Samantha grabs my other hand, forcing me to focus on her.

“He still thinks about you.”

I’m shaking my head.

“That means nothing, Samantha.” I tug my hands from hers and brush past her, needing air. “I still think about him too…but—”

“But nothing, ho,” Millie barks, calling my face to hers. She motions around the room. “Is this what you thought having it all would feel like? Be honest. Because you look fucking miserable. And god, you’re such a bitch lately.” I frown, but she smiles, holding up a hand. “I say that with love. Because I do love you, Mount Elsinore. And I hate that you’re depriving yourself.”

My chest feels heavy, so I start to rub the spot in the middle as everything I’ve been feeling hits me hard. God, there’s no escaping my truth anymore. Mainly because these bitches won’t let me.

But also because I don’t want to. I need to say what I’m feeling because I’m not sure he’s someone I can just forget about.

“I don’t want to get lost in him.” I chew the inside of my cheek before I continue. “I spent so much of my life looking for something to complete me. And that can’t be a guy.” I frown, picking at my nails. “But the shittiest part is that I’m scared I am that bitch. None of this feels as good because I want to call him and tell him about it. I want to be his girlfriend. I want to make stupid concoctions and rub them all over his fucking face.” My voice is getting louder like a dam has burst, and I’m finally owning my shit. “I want to fuck all night…and I don’t even want to fuck his friends. I just want him. I’m supposed to be a bad bitch, a boss babe…and I’m over here wearing these stupid fucking rings because I still want the guy.”

I let out a whoosh of air as I pull off the two black bands, one from my thumb and the other from my middle finger. They were supposed to be my surprise for Crew during field day. I had our wedding and divorce dates inscribed to be funny, like a memento.

The metal claps against the counter as I slam them down before I look at Millie and Sam, my chest heaving and my eyes welling with tears.

They rush me, wrapping their damn arms around me, and hug me tight.

Millie speaks first.

“Babe, you’re never getting lost in a guy. I wouldn’t let you. You wouldn’t let you because you’ve never needed anything to complete you. Even a career. You’re amazing.”

Sami follows her lead.

“Yeah, and the only reason you want him so badly is because you’re ready. You’ve been a bad bitch since the early 2000s…and you’ve checked off the list. Accomplishments accomplished. It’s time for you to get everything you’ve always wanted. Get your cherry.”