Chapter 50
Ben, March 23
Normal. Work. Overtime. Restless sleep. Eat something. Work. Nap at the desk. Work. Eat. Repeat.
And yet… everything feels off. Not because I’m obsessing over her buying a wedding dress or planning tables or writing invitations. I’m not. I’m definitely not. Stop.
I have no business caring. I’m a single, handsome, wealthy bloke. I can have any girl I want. Anyone. Anyone. And yet… a small, stupid part of me wonders if she’s laughing at some stupid seating chart and rolling her eyes at the napkin colors. I immediately shove that thought away.
I grab my phone off the desk.
Ben: We’re going out tonight.
Zach: Where to?
Ben: Pub. Going lady hunting after work. Text Kyle.
Zach: Done.
I stare at the message like it’s a weapon. Maybe it is. Tonight, I reclaim my evenings. Tonight, I do something for me. Not her. Not anyone else. Just me.
A tiny, mocking part of my brain mutters, Yeah, right. Just you. I laugh quietly. Let it mutter. Let it know I’m in charge tonight.