Cursed

Now I know why Weston cursed.

Colton, in his same suit, is walking towards the counter. The waiter immediately saw him and pulled out the box, and handed it to him.

So he waited to get the cake until this time? Why? He could bring it with him. He has a car! He can put it in the trunk!

The waiter glances at me, probably remembering me from earlier, and that’s when Colton follows the waiter’s gaze.

A smile crept into his face.

Sadly not on mine, neither on Weston for sure.

His eyes went to Weston. I turned to him. I swear, his eyes are throwing daggers at him.

In most places! He is here again!

I told Weston to meet at a different place, but he decided to meet here!

Colton was still smiling when he reached our spot.

“Tamantha, I didn’t know you were still here.” And so do I, Colton.

Why are you also here? Is this just a coincidence that he is picking a cake, or is he trying to follow me? Follow us?

He knew that Weston called me, so maybe that gave him the idea that I would meet with Weston.

“Hello, brother,” he said casually to Weston.

How does Colton remain so calm in any situation? Damn, I want that demeanor for myself, especially when someone like him is around me.

I stop my thoughts from wondering when a painful memory comes into my mind.

No.

I shouldn’t think of that anymore. I had a lot of painful memories, but that one hurts like hell. It cut me deep and made scars that haven’t even healed until now.

“What are you doing here?” Weston asked him. He also stood up to match his gaze.

I never notice how tall they are!

I raised my head to look up at them. I can also hear some customers in the café murmuring while looking at them.

Well, these two are head-turners, especially Weston, so there’s no doubt they are talking about them.

“I went here for the cake. I bought the cake for Tamantha, but sadly she refused to take it home.”

“She’s on a diet. She can’t eat those sweets,” he said.

“Yes, but isn’t this day her cheat day? And why are you guys here? Are you also going to eat here? Shouldn’t you guys be at the gym or something?”

My head is aching just looking at them. Why do I sense tension between them? Just because of a cheat day?

If I were a writer, I would freaking write a love story about us, a love triangle where they fight over me.

But that would only be fan fiction because that would never happen in real life.

“Didn’t you hear me, Colton? I said she’s on her cheat day.”

I gulped when the tension that I sensed was rising.

“Uh… he is right, Colton. I already told you that as well. We are just here to count my calorie intake for the day.”

“Really? Can’t you guys do that over the phone?”

“Yes, we can, but we are also here for my routine—” Weston cut me off.

“Why do you care about Colton? You already got your cake. Just leave.”

Colton shrugged his shoulders.

“You are right. I’ll leave the two of you now,” he said, then glanced at me, “See you around, Tamantha.”

He smiled and left the café shop. He didn’t even throw a glance at Weston.

Sheez.

What is going on?

Weston sighed and stared at me.

“Don’t look at me like that. I didn’t know that he was going to pick that up here. I told you to meet somewhere else, but you agreed to meet here.” I reasoned.

He glances once again outside, ensuring that Colton is gone.

He sat in front of me.

“Can’t you see? He is following you. He is trying his luck to catch us for something. I don’t know what is up with him, but I’m sure he is into something.”

I nodded.

Before, I never really agreed with what Weston thinks, but now I can tell that he has reasons to suspect his brother is doing something because that is a weird coincidence!

The first time I saw him here was a coincidence, and the second one, I don’t think so. It’s a little bit fishy.

“What should we do, Weston? We can’t continue to go like this. If he sees us again, I’m sure he will come up with something.” I don’t want the world to know that I’m married to someone hotter and richer than me, someone who is good looking that is way out of my league.

I don’t want more judgment in my life. I already had enough.

I’m not that bad looking, I’m average, but my weight is not.

I’m sure I will be the face of the news, and their headlines will be ridiculous.

“We need to make your weight loss journey real,” he said as he leaned his back on the chair.

My eyes widened. “What?”

“Yes, I need to train you and go on errands to look for our witness. It’s not long, Tamantha. We need to make him believe that everything is real. I’m only your coach, and I’m just training you to be fit because I pity you, and I can’t stand pitying someone, so what do I do? I help them,” he said, so full of himself.

I rolled my eyes

“Wow, what a nice man you are, Weston. Helping an overweight person like you didn’t bully me the first time we met. Like you didn’t judge me—” he cut me off.

“Past is in the past, Tamantha. Leave it all behind. Besides, I didn’t judge you. Tell me the part where I did, and I will apologize. Who knows, this might also help you.” He shrugged his shoulders.

I squinted my eyes.

Really?

Would he apologize?

Where did this Weston come from, huh?

I sighed.

“Alright. Let’s do it. As long as we find the witness, get a divorce, and move on with our lives.”

“See? That’s the spirit!” He smiled.

I stared at him.

“We are going to the gym next week,” he said.

Damn it!