Chapter 17
Emma
I was cleaning the whole afternoon, steamed up. I didn’t know if I was angrier at Noah for being the horrible bastard or at me. I was upset that I had let myself get involved with him again. I should have known that he would end up just leaving me again, and after staying true to my promise to move on for so long, it felt bad knowing I broke it that easily.
And the worst part was that I wasn’t able to forget how good it felt to have him again. It was so easy to get lost in him when he made love to me like that. His hands were worshiping me, his passion matching mine, and I never felt that way with anyone else but him. If only he wasn’t this awful…
How could I have fallen for his charm again? It was like I hadn’t learned anything from the previous fiasco.
I wasn’t nearly tired enough when I finished with cleaning, having loads of extra energy that kept me antsy.
“Damn that Noah.” Once more, I was like this because of him, and I needed any kind of distraction to take my mind off Noah.
I lay down on my bed and took my phone, intending to go back into my dating apps to see if I could find someone who could help me with this.
To my disappointment, I didn’t feel even a flicker of excitement when I looked through various profiles. I felt nothing. I picked a few guys to message, giving this dating app thing another shot.
“Hello. Wanna chat?”
I sent this to a man with brown eyes and a beard who looked a few years older than me. His profile said he loved cats and hiking. This sounded nice.
I went to another profile and messaged a blonde guy who was a year younger than me but looked way more old and mature.
“Hey, handsome. Wanna talk with me?”
Just as I texted the fourth guy, the first guy with the beard responded.
“Hello, beautiful. I always want to chat with gorgeous girls like you.”
I rolled my eyes at that. Typical.
“Then it’s good that I had my plastic surgery last month,” I texted him, half-joking, half-yanking his chain.
“Really? Well, I don’t mind that.”
I was about to text him back when the fourth guy, who was a programmer with beautiful chestnut curls, messaged me.
“Hey, gorgeous. I’m here catching a break after a long day at work. How are you?”
I smiled, looking at his profile picture again. Of all four guys, I liked him the most. He enjoyed the same things I did, according to his bio, and he looked like a cute boy next-door.
“You’re working on Sunday? Wow. Your boss must be a tyrant. I’m great. No work today. Hooray!”
His reply came pretty quick. “Ouch. So, you’re calling me a tyrant? I own the company I work at, so technically, I’m my own boss.”
“That’s nice, but you must love your work a lot to work on Sunday.”
“You can say that again.”
I was wearing a huge smile, texting him a couple more times before the blonde guy sent me his first message.
“Wassup?”
Nothing more? Just “wassup”? Deciding to ignore him, I sent a message to the first guy. There was no answer at all from the third guy.
“I see that you love cats. Do you own some?”
“Yeah. I have five cats.”
“Five?!”
“Yeah. Call me crazy, but I really love cats.”
“I had a fish once, and it was so hard. I’m just not good with pets.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m lazy and irresponsible when it comes to animals. Give me kids any time, and I’m perfect. But pets? Nah.”
“Kids? So, you’re good with kids?”
“I’m a kindergarten teacher. And yeah, I’m very good with kids.”
“That’s cute.”
I received a message from the programmer. “So, what are you usually doing on Sundays?”
“Wasting time.”
“That sounds interesting.”
“Yeah.”
“Maybe we can waste some time together.”
My thumb hovered over my phone. I wasn’t sure how to respond to that. Texting him was fun, but I couldn’t get rid of the frustration. Deep down I knew that no guy would ever compare to Noah, and even if I gave this guy a chance, I could already feel it would be a waste of time.
I cursed Noah for making things this difficult for me. It wasn’t fair at all.
“Maybe not,” I texted him.
I bit into my lip, feeling bad for the guy. The bearded guy texted me again, but I wasn’t in the mood for texting anymore. Everything seemed pale compared to the guy I needed to forget but couldn’t.
“I’m sorry, but I have to go now. Have a nice day!” I texted him and logged out, feeling like I was going around in circles. Maybe it would be best for me to just go to sleep and wake up tomorrow, because this way I was just going to drive myself crazy thinking about that traitor Noah.
I put my phone away and went under the covers, hoping the sleep wouldn’t elude me and I would be able to sleep Sunday away.