Say

Maybe not this businessman.

Besides, he could easily afford Lasik surgery. It’s not that much for a man like him who owns a big and famous business company.

A company that for sure is busy, but here he was, taking time to talk to me and trying to help me and all I could do was lie.

Well? Can you blame me? I needed to lie, or all the shit would break loose.

I decline the call and stand up from where I sit.

“I will go now, Colton. Thank you so much for the cake, but I can’t bring it anymore. As you see and witness, I have so much sugar rush right now,” I said as I tried to shrug off the awkward feeling and the nervousness creeping inside me.

“Why you didn’t answer the call?” he asked.

Of course, I didn’t answer the call because I didn’t want you to know what we were talking about.

By the looks of Colton, he is not the guy that would eavesdrop, but nope I wouldn’t risk it. As I have said before to myself, I wouldn’t risk anything.

But what about the job that he is trying to offer?

Damn it!

Why do you have to call at this time, Weston? Is there even an emergency with such urgency?

He could have texted me instead of calling me!

“I didn’t answer the call because I was sure he would warn me about calories because I binge during my cheat days. And it’s probably about workout routines. You know, the boring stuff.”

“But---”

Before he could even utter another word, I cut him off.

“Bye, Colton, thanks!” I said and left the café shop faster than I could.

I sighed in relief when I was a few blocks away from the café shop. I didn’t even try to sneak a peek from behind because I knew he was watching me, or maybe not. I don’t care if I can get out of that situation. That’s so much pressure. I don’t know what I would do if I confessed everything to him. Everything will fall apart, and Weston would be so mad at me.

But why do I care if he went mad?

He is also at fault. If he’s not that drunk, then we won’t be here. But I’m also at fault. Yes, but he doesn’t need to be mad at me because I’m trying my best not to get caught. It’s just that the world is testing how far I can go with this lie. His brother seems to show up everywhere. It’s not bad unless he sticks his nose to what is happening. After all, I don’t need to be close to anyone with a connection with Weston.

After this, we are done. I never met him, like we never had a bet in the bar.

We are not married.

My thoughts faded away when my phone rang once again. As expected, it is Weston.

“Why the heck are you not answering my call?”

I can’t help but roll my eyes at his tone. The first line he ever said is so irritating. Can’t he calm down even for one time? He is always mad at something.

I shook my head in disappointment.

“Hello? And you are not even listening to me, Tamantha.”

I took a deep breath before answering him.

“I’m here.”

“So? Why did it take you so long?”

“Aww, did my dear husband miss me?” I asked in a sarcastic but sweet tone.

“As if!” he said on the other line.

I greeted my teeth.

This jerk!

“Excuse me if you didn’t pick up what I was trying to say; I’m being sarcastic, Weston. I don’t miss you as well and if you didn’t call me. I will probably get the job that Colton is offering me.”

“What?” he asked.

My eyes widened, and my heart thudded.

Shit.

I plan to say that Colton and I saw each other and ate out, but now I am saying it without even thinking!

Damn it!

Fool of me!

“You and Colton what?” He repeated.

I sighed. I’m defeated. I have no choice but to tell him the truth. After all, in marriage, both should never lie.

Damn it!

Why do I include marriage in this? This is far different from that!

“Colton saw me in a café shop,” I said calmly.

“And?” He is intrigued. It’s evident in his voice.

“I was eating a box of donuts when he came in, and he asked me why I’m eating a lot of sweets when I’m supposed to be dieting because you said you are training me to be fit.”

“What?! How did he even know that it was you? That bastard!”

“Calm down, Weston. Why are you so mad at Colton? He seems nice, and he is your brother.”

It’s true. Why does he have to be a dick to his brother? Among the two, Colton is much more composed and nice.

Unlike Weston.

“Tsk,” I can see him shaking his head even though we are just talking on the phone, “You’ve been tricked, Tamantha. My brother is plotting something. I’m sure he is wondering why I’m hanging out with you. You are not the type of friend that I hang out with. I’m sure he is not buying the excuse I came up with.”

Am I not the type of friend he hangs out with?

Why?

Is it because I’m fat?

And he is healthy and fit?

I mean, yes, he has a point because healthy, fit, and good-looking people stay together, so they preserve the beauty in this world. No one likes a chubby cute girl like me.

I mean, who am I kidding?

Either way. I don’t care. He is also not the kind of friend I hang out with because I can tell he is not fun to be around.

He always complains about everything. He is a spoiled little boy.

But wait.

What did he say?