Dear Ex Wife Please take me back by The Every Woman

Chapter 93 ~ A princess

ATHENA

One month later....

"You know," Sloane says, tossing a bag of tortilla chips into the cart with flair, "I think my uterus has grown cobwebs. Literal. Freaking. Cobwebs."

I snort so loud a nearby toddler swivels to look at me. "Sloane!"

"What?!" she grins shamelessly, pushing her sunglasses up on her head as she saunters past the cereal aisle. "It's been so long, Athena. I'm talking ghost-town, tumbleweed-rolling, 'CLOSED FOR BUSINESS' kind of long."

Isabelle snorts behind me. "Okay, now I'm picturing cobwebs... down there. Thanks for that."

Sloane shrugs, utterly unfazed. "I'm just saying, if a hot guy so much as smiles at me, I might combust. Or cry. I'm not sure which yet."

I laugh, catching my breath as I toss a bag of apples into the cart. "This is what I missed. You two and your incredibly vivid metaphors."

"Well," Isabelle says dryly, "that's what happens when your love life is non- existent."

I laugh at that because it's true. Well... at least for me.

Isabelle is too busy with her career and has zero time to date. With how much she has achieved, I was shocked to learn she's only thirty-two. Which is the same age as Ale..

Nope.

I'm not going there.

"So, how are you fitting in working directly under that hottie? You should hook me up. He looks like a hot nerd and a total freak in bed." Sloane says, making me gasp in horror!

"Sloane!"

"What? Just answer the question, girl." She rolls her eyes like she didn't just say the most horrific thing right here in public.

I groan, " It's only been a week, and he's already rearranged my entire schedule. Twice."

Sloane shoots me a sly look. "Oh no. He's into rearranging things? He can rearrange-"

I don't let her finish as I move to the cheese section.

with anything. Those who are allergic are missing out big time. But because I'm a good person, I buy twice

I can eat

I'm pretty generous, I

grab a block of sharp cheddar and toss

"Behold. Charity."

Isabelle raises an eyebrow.

for the

say, completely serious. "I suffer for

a martyr, really.

"I try."

the next aisle, and just as I'm admiring the

seriously, Quinn, though. He's hot. Like, glasses-wearing, brooding, probably has a secret tattoo kind

a look. "I don't think he has

says with a wicked

grabs a loaf of bread and says, "And how exactly do you

a

quiet. Real polite. Turns

sleeve and a

roleplay."

thing. It's 50/50, but your cousin, I'd do anything for that

Sloane frowns.

"Who?"

says with dreamy eyes,

chokes on

some

at

I

the one

he time is right.

out of bounds. I hear he's a mental case."

continues with slandering her dear

first

corner when my legs hit something small and

boy sitting on his ass with his slightly long hair covering his