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

mumbled, already turning to

talk to you," Ernest called from behind

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

a chance to

chicken," Fanny teased, shutting the door

"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

relentless teasing, I shoved her towards the door, "Get out.

get Ernest in bed, you owe me big time,"

Fanny left, my

from the apartment across, terrified Ernest might decide to confront me

to discuss the group that had cornered him and

But now...

I even

I collapsed on the couch, falling asleep

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

run.

through the