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.

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

mumbled, already turning to push Fanny towards my apartment's

to talk to you," Ernest called from behind

Fanny in frustration. "I'm dizzy. Whatever it is can

giving him a chance to respond, I bolted into my

chicken," Fanny teased, shutting the door as we stepped

her, my face a mix of anger and mortification. Fanny, unapologetically laughing, said, "If you've got the hots for him, you've gotta have the guts to act on it. You almost let the

I shoved her towards the door, "Get out.

you owe me big time," Fanny declared, genuinely

left, my cheeks were

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

discuss the group that had cornered him and

But now...

I even

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

the sound of Ernest's door. I wasn't sure if he was

run.

through the