57. HUNTER
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T hrowing my phone and keys on the counter of my kitchen, I look up at Laurie, after a long day of boring sponsor meetings and an excessive work out. Her flawlessly styled hair frames her almond-shaped face, being very much the epitome of one of those Instagram-perfect girls. She’s standing on the other side of the marble white kitchen island, doing probably exactly that. Wasting time on Instagram.
Call me old-fashioned, but I’d rather spend my time with my real friends than my virtual ones, knowing my two million Instagram fans don’t mean shit.
“You wanna order a pizza?”
She catches my eye, turning up her nose, then brings her gaze back to her phone.
“Ew. No. Order me a salad or something.”
Rolling my eyes, I let out a deep sigh, walking to the fridge muttering, “A little bit of carbs won’t kill you.”
“No. But my personal trainer tomorrow will,” she snarls.
“Right.” I pull out a bottle of water, then put it on my lips, when my phone starts to buzz its way over the countertop.
“Who’s that?” Her head snaps up. Suddenly, her focus is no longer on the screen in front of her.
Taking a step forward, I stretch my neck, and automatically, a smile appears on my face when I read the name .
“Charlotte.”
“Ugh!” Laurie huffs, sending me a disappointed glare. “We discussed this, Hunter. Why is she still calling you?”
“Because she’s my friend,” I say, irritated, taking another drink of my water. “Besides, we discussed that I wouldn’t talk as much with her. I never said I was going to stop talking to her. I haven’t spoken to her in three weeks. She’s probably calling to catch up.” I don’t mind taking her feelings into consideration after she found out Charlotte and I have a history that was a bit bigger than I told her at first. I wouldn’t be happy if she still talked to her ex either. But Charlotte is my friend, first and foremost. I’m not giving that up. Not even for my fiancée.
I reach over the counter to grab it, stopping in my movement when Laurie opens her mouth with a big scowl.
“Well, you’re with me now. You can play catch up with her tomorrow.”
“What’s the problem, Laurie?”
She folds her arms in front of her body, making me roll my eyes at her childish behavior. “The problem is you talking to some other girl when you’re with me.” The buzzing sound of my phone stops, showing the missed call, before it almost instantly starts to ring again.
“She’s my best friend.” A worried feeling trickles down my skin, wondering if maybe Charlotte’s calling for something important.
“And I’m your fiancée.” Laurie pouts. Goddamnit.
“Exactly. Why are you being all insecure about this?” I look at the phone, dying to pick it up.
“Because you two have a history. I don’t trust her.” I quietly watch her for a few seconds when the buzzing stops again.
“What is not to trust? She lives on the other side of the country?”
“I don’t fucking care! ”
“Do you trust me?” I ask, when the phone rings again, balling my fists to stop myself from answering.
“Yeah.” She says one thing, but her eyes clearly express something else. I’m not even gonna point that out.
“We’re just friends. Nothing is going on between us.”
“Fine,” she snaps, “but in that case, your friend can wait until tomorrow.”
As much as she pisses me off, I’ve had a long day, and I don’t feel the need to get into this now, knowing there’s some truth to what she’s saying. I’m going to marry her. She should come first. Because at some point, that happens in life. You settle with a partner, get married, and they become your center of attention. But I’m not sure if I’ll be able to push Charlotte away like she wants me to. I owe her too much. She saved me, acting like my light when I couldn’t see the end of the tunnel.
“Please?” Laurie gives me a pleading look, slightly turning me on when her lashes flutter at me, a grin forming in the corner of my mouth. The phone stops ringing, and I grab it, sauntering toward her with a seductive smirk on my face, before it starts ringing in my hand again.
“Fine,” I say, cupping her face as I press a kiss to her lips. “Just let me send her a quick text, and then we can order some food.”
“Fine.” She rolls her eyes.
HUNTER: I’m in the middle of something. Will call you later.
“Happy now? ”
“Yes. Now kiss me.” She beams as I throw my phone on the counter again, covering my mouth with hers, and it doesn’t take long until our kisses become more demanding, making my dick twitch in my jeans.
My hands explore the rest of her body, getting more turned on by the second, as I push that other feeling away, something fierce.
The feeling that I’ve just made a huge mistake.