No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 189



So awkward! Again!

This was the second time!

The first embarrassment was when I accidentally walked in on Ernest fresh out of the shower, and now, he'd caught me gossiping about him. Seriously, was this guy doing it on purpose? I'd knocked for what felt like an eternity before he finally opened the door.

In that moment, my only escape from the mortification was to pretend I was hammered, maybe even blackout drunk. That way, I wouldn't be the one dying of embarrassment—it'd be everyone else's problem.

"Cool it, someone's here. Look, isn't that Ernest right there?" I said, feigning oblivion as I pointed straight at him.

Fanny's lips twitched in a failed attempt to hide her secondhand embarrassment as she glanced at Ernest. "She's had a bit too much to drink."

"I'm not drunk," I slurred, playing along perfectly with Fanny's narrative. Because let's be honest, no one who's actually plastered ever admits to it. Fanny pinched me on the side, whispering, "Oh, right, you only had a glass of wine. How could you possibly be wasted?"

I was speechless.

In the trenches, it's every woman for herself, but betrayal from my ride-or-die bestie, Fanny? She threw me under the bus right in front of me.

bring myself to look at Ernest. But there he was, looking

nothing," I mumbled, already turning to push Fanny towards

you," Ernest

Fanny in frustration.

him a chance to respond, I bolted into

you, all chicken," Fanny teased, shutting

said, "If you've got the hots for him, you've gotta have the guts to act on it. You almost let the cat out of the bag. Imagine, just one more

her towards the door, "Get out. We're done... for real this

owe me big time," Fanny declared, genuinely trying to play

Fanny left, my

fire. I stayed up, obsessively listening for any sound from the apartment across, terrified Ernest might decide to confront me about our awkward

him earlier, to discuss the group

But now...

I even face

I collapsed on the couch, falling asleep amidst waves of embarrassment,

at the crack of dawn to the sound

run.

through the window,