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.

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

nothing," I mumbled, already turning to push Fanny towards my apartment's

need to talk to you," Ernest

banging my head against Fanny in frustration. "I'm dizzy. Whatever it is

a chance to respond,

at you, all chicken," Fanny teased, shutting the door as we

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 push and you two could be sharing more than just neighborly greetings. Who

the door, "Get out. We're

you owe me big time," Fanny declared, genuinely

Fanny left, my

stayed up, obsessively listening for any sound from the apartment across, terrified Ernest might decide

wanting to talk to him earlier, to discuss the group that had cornered him and

But now...

could I even

falling asleep amidst waves of embarrassment, anxiety,

the sound of Ernest's door. I wasn't sure if he was leaving or going for

run.

through the