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Hmm?
So is Colton spying on us? But why did he have to spy on us? He seems to have a lot of things going on for him.
Doesn’t he have a hobby? Girlfriend to spend his time with?
Why would he waste his time with me?
Unless… Weston is saying the right thing.
It’s hard to weigh who is right and what is happening because I met them two days ago. I have no idea who they are, but right now, Colton is the one who is showing his genuine side. Weston, however, shows how impatient and temperamental he is.
“What did he ask you?”
“A lot of things, like general questions. Nothing personal aside from the diet and my weight loss journey.”
“What did you say?” He asked.
“He said the right answer, so I said it’s my cheat day. We can’t continue like this, Weston. I was with him when you called. I try to reason out and find an excuse, but his vision is good! He knew that you were the one calling me! And why did you even call me? Did you find the witness already?”
It would be great if he had already found the witness so we could end this charade. I wouldn’t say I like the feeling of hiding. The feeling that I did something wrong. It’s so hard to keep something from others because you are always living in fear. You hide through your dark shadows.
Well, as if you haven’t been invisible before, Tamantha.
This one is different because there’s another person involved. If I’m the only one dealing with this, I can handle it, unlike an irritating partner.
Imagine if Weston became my husband.
Damn.
We would always fight three times a day. There’s rest at all. But then, I will wonder why I’m still with him.
It might be because the sex is good.
Shit!
Why am I even thinking about that?!
Of course, it’s good!
Oh shit!
No!
Hell no! It’s not good. I should clarify that off my mind. I won’t be his wife because we will find the witness.
Or maybe he already did, right?
His call would be nonsense.
“Weston? Did you find him? How?” I asked, full of hopes that shattered when he answered me.
“I haven’t. I’m just checking up on you because I know that Colton will be after you.”
I sighed.
It seems like I’m in the middle of a sibling rivalry.
Why did I get myself into this?
“We need to see each other now,” he said. I can’t help but raise my eyebrows at him.
He said it like I was just his maid and that I would do anything he said to me.
As if!
Ugh! This man is a jerk!
If I’m not married to him, I won’t make time for these shitty things. I wonder if everything would be different if he were a bit nicer to me, like his brother. It would be better if I got married to Colton!
Shit!
What am I even thinking?
I shouldn’t be married to any of them.
“Weston!” I shouted to get his attention.
He instantly shushed me when he saw where I was. I covered my mouth and looked around.
He is sitting on the chair where Colton was seated before. But unlike Colton, who is wearing his business suit, Weston is just in casual clothing. He wears Khakis and a polo shirt like he is on vacation.
I mean, it’s not bad, it looks good on him, but I don’t think it’s odd to see him in casual wear, especially since he is a businessman, as he calls himself.
The people here from a while ago are now gone. Of course, they are gone, but the staff is still the same. I can still remember the guy who handed the cake to Colton. I wonder if he ate it or not. Maybe he just refunded it.
Weston and I agreed to meet in the same café shop. I didn’t bother to go home and change because I would need another excuse from Lindsey. She knew that I went out to look for a job, and if she was already home, I’m sure she would insist that I stay and relax for the rest of the day because I had enough finding work.
So I waited on the other street, roamed around, and went inside malls so it was not that hot until Weston texted me that he was already there.
He said that we would talk about everything because his brother seemed to be having suspicions about the two of us.
What is he thinking, though?
That we see each other? Dating?
Ridiculous!
He is Weston’s brother. I think he should be the one to know what his brother’s type is when it comes to girls because he is a man himself. He knows what attracts him, so I’m sure he has an idea of what Weston’s like.
As far as I know, I’m not included in that, but I don’t care, nor does he.
I’m getting seriously tired of our situation. It’s freaking hard to deal with both of them.
I didn’t notice that I was already sitting in front of Westin. My thoughts took me here without knowing.
Before I could even utter a word, Weston cursed.
“Damn it!”
My forehead creased, and my brows furrowed.
What the hell?
Why did he curse when I sat in front of him?
Is it a problem for him? Do I smell shit now? I didn’t take a bath, and I went outside. It’s hot, and I’m still sweaty. Is that the reason?
“What’s wrong? Did I do something weird, or do I smell awful?” I asked. I’m sure he knows I’m confused because it’s written all over my face while he is turning red.
My head tilted when I saw his eyes, staring at something behind my back. Curious, I also turn my back to see what he is looking at.
“Shit,” I muttered.
