Chapter 47
Winnie
I stare after Jake as he storms to the cash registers. My heart is telling me I’ve messed up badly, and I
don’t know what to do.
Do you ever say stuff you wish you could take back? My biggest w is that I talk without a filter. I speak
first, thinkter, and it’s a huge problem that I don’t know how to get rid of.
I sigh and hear a chuckle from behind one of the shelves. A dude is standing there with a stroller. He
looks like a beefcake and smirks when he notices me looking at him.
“Are youughing at me?” I ask in a suspicious tone.
“You bet I am,” there is no shyness in his voice, and I find it rather rude that he seems to find amusement
in my defeat. “Mind if I
give you a piece of advice, kid?”
“Kid?” I question. This guy can’t be much older than me. He is tall and sporting a scary beard, but he
can’t be older than thirty.
“Yeah, it’s what I call youngsters in love,” he chuckles to himself and focuses his intense eyes on mine.
“That guy you just fought with, if you want to remain his friend, I suggest you go and tell him that you’re
an asshole. Better get it out there on the field quickly. If he knows you’re aware of your own shitty
personality, chances are he might forgive you easier-take it from
someone whose wife is way too good for him.
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I stare nkly at him, and the guy winks at me before taking down cookies from the top shelf. He packs
like twenty packages under his stroller but holds one package for me.
“These are my go-to when my wife is mad at me. I suggest you bring sugar to your man and maybe
some chips and dip. The
barbecue vor is pretty damn good.”
Is this guy for real? I keep staring at him, gaping like a goldfish, while he continues. talking.
“If your man works out like me, he secretly wants this but feels too guilty to buy them. A gift, however, is
different. If it’s given by someone, you have permission to eat it because you wouldn’t want to make the
person who bought it for you sad. Am I right?
Iugh not because the guy is funny but because of how freaking bizarre it is to get rtionship advice
from him. Though, if he is married, then he got to have a point.
“I will give him the cookies and admit to him that I’m an asshole-got it. Anything else the wise man would
like to share with me?”
He scratches his chin. He has sandy-colored hair and tanned skin, but his beard is a mix of sandy and
brown. “That guy, can you
honestly not see you guys bing more than friends?”
“With how angry Jake was when he left me? “I sigh. “I’m lucky if I’m still invited for dinner…”
He snorts. “True… that guy was PISSED,” my Cupid, in bearded man’s clothing, bends down to pick up
another cookie package. ” Here, you will need this more than I do.”
I’m now hugging two cookie packages to my chest. “Thank you so much for this. I needed this.”
My mystery man nods with his arms crossed over his broad chest, pleased to be needed. ” You’re
wee… also, you might need to y dirty to win over that guy,” those piercingly blue eyes meet mine.
“You have to seduce him if you want him.”
“Oh, but I don’t know if I do,” I answer him honestly and grimace. “Jake is pretty and all, but…” I
remember the kiss and how my
heart raced. It was the most alive I’ve felt in
years. “But I guess… I’m curious if we could be more… there is chemistry in his kisses.”
“Mhm, but if you want him, you must
seduce him. He is way past ying nice, so getting naked it is.”
“What?!”
“You heard me,” he puffs out his chest and wears this look that says trying to argue with him is pointless.
“If you want to be with… what was his name again?”
“Jake.”
“If you want to be with Jake, you must y dirty. No one gets over someone within a day, but since he is
pissed and might do something stupid, like sleeping with another, you must seduce him tonight. Strip
down, say you’re sorry and suck his cock.”
My eyes are bulging out of their sockets. ” What? Are you sure that’s the right thing to
do?!”
“I’m a guy-trust me on this.”
“Okay… I guess I will,” I turn toward the cash registers and notice that Jake is standing there. He was
already paid for his
stuff but came back for me, and now, he is ring at Cupid.
“Oh, your man is back, so I should get moving.”
“Thank you again… err… what is your name?
He turns around, smirking. “Maddox Daniels,” he winks at me again, grinning. “If you need more
rtionship advice, just look up my number. I’m down for helping other idiots in love. My wife is used to
it.” 2
“Oh…” that is definitely… weird, but I don’t question what he told me. The man feels legit. “Well, my
name is Winnie, and I might look up your number! Thank you again!”
“Anytime!”
I turn around right in time to witness Jakee over to me. He looks beyond pissed off this time, and
even after stopping in front of me, he res in the direction Maddox left.
“You flirting with old quarterbacks now?” He asks, and there is definitely jealousy in his tone. “Wait, let
me guess! Football is way sexier than hockey. NFL before NHL, right?”
“Ouch…” I grimace and mumble, “I definitely deserved that…” Jake seems
surprised by my words, and I use this
opportunity to hold up a package of cookies to his face. “I’m buying these for you.”
eyes
Now here is the most shocking part, his actually soften. It makes me feel terrible. Like, what the heck?!
I’m only showing Jake the cookies-I haven’t even bought them, yet Jake is starry-eyed and looks at me
like I’ve given him gold.
How can he be so happy about cookies?!
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“Those are my favorite,” Jake mutters and turns around. “I’m surprised you actually remembered.”
Those words cut into my heart. I look down
at the cookies, and sure enough, it’s the kind Tobias used to serve us when we were little. Back in the
day, I used to lift Jake up onto my shoulders so he could steal more of them from the cupboard. We had
plenty of cookie heists…N?velDrama.Org content.
Tears prickle behind my eyelids. I can’t believe I forgot about that. Jake used to be my partner in crime,
and we always got in trouble together. He might not have said
many words, but he never said no when I told him about my crazy ns.
He was a willing participant through fire and rain… always by my side.
A scene of me winning a chicken fight tournament with Jake during one of the college frat parties
suddenly ys in my
head, and I feel even more terrible. I kind of
ordered him to be on my team, and he didn’t
hesitate for one second. He helped, and I didn’t… did I even properly thank him?
Shit, when did I start taking him for granted? Fuck-fuck-fuck! I can’t believe that’s what I’m doing! Holy
flipping heck. I’m a terrible person!
What do you do when you realize you’re an
asshole?