Chapter Fourteen
“Hillary, this is Chelsea,” Dean introduces me to the brunette whose eyes are throwing invisible daggers at me through her fake-ass smile.
“Nice to meet you.” She daintily shakes my hand.
“Pleasure.”
“How come you never mentioned a girlfriend?” Her entire body shifts to face Dean, like I’m not even there.
I roll my eyes.
“It’s a new thing.”
“Or an old thing,” I chime in with an insincere smile.
Judge me if you want, but I hate when girls think it’s some sort of pissing contest. Can’t we just allow another girl to get a guy and be happy? If she’s been setting the hints down and he didn’t pick them up, he’s not interested. Move on. Why do you want a man who’s not interested in you? You’re worth more than that.
Dean chuckles lightly, glancing over at me with a sparkl
