*Please note, while I'm an erotic romance writer, this story will be PG-13 since I can't control who comes on this blog and reads.*
Forget Me Not
At the beach, Jenny watched as the tide rolled in. He hadn’t shown—once again. Jeff had been standing her up a lot lately and she was beginning to think it just wasn’t worth it.
She sat on her towel, picnic basket by her side, and toes bear in the sand. A young couple to her right shared kisses, as they enjoyed the sun setting. Jealousy swept through her since that was exactly what she had hoped her and Jeff would be doing right about now. She’d packed strawberries and whipped cream and a bottle of Jeff’s favorite white wine. They would now sit in the basket untouched. Tonight was supposed to be special.
Letting out a loud sigh, she stood and decided there was no point in just sitting there looking stupid. She picked up her black strappy heals, looked back at the towels and basket. Screw it. She walked away from it with a hope Jeff just might show up and find it. As far as she was concerned, she was done with him and done with men. All they ever seemed to do were let her down.
Back at her condo, she was greeted by her calico cat Callie. Perhaps she should have taken the sign when Callie didn’t like Jeff. Jenny had always heard cats had a knack for knowing when people were evil. And as far as she was concerned, he was.
A light blinked on her answering machine. It showed two messages. Rolling her eyes, she didn’t know if she even cared to listen, but what the heck. She first grabbed a wine cooler from the fridge. Sure, someone could call her pathetic for drinking alone, but she’d just been stood up, for what seemed like the millionth time.
Jenny popped the cap off and took in a long sip. The cool bubbly liquid felt good as it went down her throat. Taking in a deep breath, she finally hit play.
Jenny, you aren’t there, shit! I’m not going to make it tonight. I’m sorry.
That was Jeff, of course. He didn’t even have the courtesy to call her cell phone, knowing it was always on her. Asshole.
Hey Jen, it’s me Nick. I’ve been thinking about you a lot lately. I’m home now. I’ve returned from duty and I’ve decided not to reenlist. I’d love more than anything to catch up. Please call me at 555-6782.
Nick had broken her heart a few years back. They’d been exclusive for several years in high school and had all these plans to go to college together. They’d even gotten accepted to the same schools. They had everything planned out. Then one day, Nick decided to join the army and before she even had a chance to find out why, he was gone. She sent letters in the beginning, but never heard back. Now he was back and he wanted to see her. Who the hell did he think he was? What the heck was wrong with men?
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