FreeNovel"Girl, you're a piece of work, you know that?" Dorothy poked fun at her friend with a sly grin, her eyes narrowing in mock accusation. "Back when you were single, you were all about how great possessive guys are. Now you've snagged one, and you're nitpicking left and right! Karen, you're totally showing off your love life." Karen chuckled mischievously, "That's not it, I swear! Why would I flaunt my relationship in front of you? If I'm going to show off, it'll be after you've found your Mr. Right. Consider it a preview for you and your future beau." Dorothy fell silent.
Mr. Right.
Dorothy wasn't even sure what this word meant anymore. Maybe there just wasn't anyone in the world who was right for her.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtDrinking with Karen was definitely out of the question. But they did have a fabulous tat Jeffrey's villa, where Dorothy threw on an apron and whipped up a hearty meal.
The two friends reminisced about the good old days, about the tough times at the Prosperity Consortium, Mr. Percy's challenges, the office politics, and the subtle jockeying with colleagues.
Karen deliberately steered clear of any talk about romance, changing the subject anytit veered too close. She had said she wouldn't mention Everett in front of Dorothy, and she kept her word.
It was evening by the tKaren, who was visibly worn out, needed to rest, and Dorothy finally left.
Instead of heading back to her apartment, she hailed a cab to the bar they had visited the night before.
Oddly enough, the bar, which had been bustling yesterday, had a notice slapped on the door announcing it was selling out! Dorothy had actually enjoyed the bartender's concoctions there - tangy and sweet, not the slightest bit harsh on the throat.
Already out of the taxi, she leaned against the wall outside the bar, pulling out her phone to search for another nearby watering hole.
Going back to her apartment alone was the last thing Dorothy wanted. But she wasn't keen on taking another cab ride, so she looked for a bar within walking distance.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Miss?" Dorothy heard the voice but didn't react. After all, she wasn't expecting anyone to call her here and now until the man approached and tapped her on the shoulder, "I thought it was you from a distance, and now that I'm close, I see I was right!" The man squinted his eyes with a youthful grin, "Your face is too beautiful to forget, and not many can be mistaken for you." "Ugh..." Dorothy looked at him rambling in front of her, utterly bewildered, "Who are you?" She was certain she didn't know him.
"Forgotten me? That hurts!" The man laughed helplessly, "It was just last night at this bar where we met! I'm the one who walked you out." Dorothy was a tad embarrassed, her memories post-drinks were fuzzy at best, with only snippets coming back to her. She vaguely remembered someone leaving the bar with her and also tried to help her, but she had avoided that. S~Earch the (Find)website on Gøøgle to access chapters of early and in the highest quality.
"Then, thanks for that." "Do you really not remember anything? Were you that blackout drunk?" Dorothy that blacke nodded, "Yeah."
The man wasn't upset at all; in fact, he found her amnesia rather endearing. So, then you don't om remember borrowing my phone to " Fo call your ex?" Her ex? Borrowing his phone? Dorothy was taken aback, her brows furrowed in confusion. I borrowed your phone?
"Yeah! You even gavemoney for the call," the man said pulling out his phone to show her the dialed number from last night. "Here, this one. Your ex's number." Dorothy blinked.
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