Chapter 342 Erection
I was thinking, "Mindy's mom and Megan were tight back in the day. If I roll up to Mindy's wedding, won't folks think I'm there to mess things up? I can't have that kind of drama."
But Louis and Mindy? They're my peeps, and I genuinely wanted them to have an awesome wedding day.
I wrapped up my chat with Mindy, and boom, a message from Louis pops up on my Facebook.
Ever since I laid it all out with Louis, I had him blocked everywhere. But then, because of some stuff with Daniel, Louis helped out a lot, so I had to unblock him. After all the school drama, I didn't bother deleting him, but we didn't really keep in touch either.
Seeing that message made me uneasy. What could he possibly want now? I thought we were done.
I opened the chat, and there it was—a voice message, fifty-seven seconds long.
I hit play. The background was noisy, and Louis sounded hammered. He was sobbing, "Jane, I can't love you anymore; I'm sorry. Forgive me. I can't stand not loving you; I can't forget you, Jane. I miss you; I love you. Jane, forgive me! Forgive me."
I was floored! After all this time, he was still hung up on me? Did Mindy know? If she found out he was crying to another woman right before their wedding, it could blow up their whole relationship. And if Mindy's mom found out, I'd definitely be labeled as Louis's side piece.
I was gonna send him my best wishes after hearing the message, but now? No way. Better to steer clear.
I suddenly felt like a genius for turning down the bridesmaid gig.
My phone dinged again, and Mindy posted a selfie with Louis, all lovey-dovey. The caption was cheesy but sweet: [Dear Louis, my love for the rest of my life.]
I checked out Mindy's post right away. Louis liked it almost instantly, and Mindy replied with a shy emoji.
I thought, "They're flaunting their love! They're so in sync. What was Louis's voice message even about?"
Whatever it was, I was out of Louis's love life for good. No need to keep in touch. To avoid any future drama, I blocked him.
If anything came up, I could always hit up Mindy.
Watching Louis disappear from my friend list felt oddly satisfying.
I thought, 'Awesome, Louis and Mindy found their happiness. My happiness is just around the corner; I just need to hustle a bit more. I wanna tell everyone, my happiness is almost here; let's count down together!'
"What's up, babe? Feeling jealous?" Brad teased me while drying his hair.
"Not at all, just happy for them." I moved my phone away, relieved I blocked Louis first. If Brad heard it, who knew how long he'd be jealous and come up with some weird way to deal with me.
Brad looked at the beach photo and said, "This is gorgeous. Babe, what kind of wedding pics do you want when we tie the knot?"
I shrugged, "I don't want any."
He raised an eyebrow, "No pics? You gonna draw them yourself?"
I grinned, "Yeah, let's draw them together. I'll sketch you, and you sketch me. With our skills, they'll be masterpieces."
I lifted my chin proudly, picturing our cozy living room, bedroom, and study, all decked out with our handmade wedding art. How cool would that be?
Brad tossed the towel aside, climbed into bed, and wrapped his arms around me. He started flipping through our old photos, teasing, "Babe, you've already thought this through? So eager to marry me?"
I playfully punched his shoulder and covered his mouth to stop him from talking nonsense.
Brad chuckled, kissed my palm, and his body shook with laughter.
Soon, his unique scent filled the small bedroom. He was laughing so hard, the towel around his waist slipped off, revealing his six-pack abs in the dim light. I thought he was tempting me.
Growing up, the men I knew best were my dad, Hugh, Daniel, and Brad. Hugh always had a round belly, no chance of abs there.
My dad was gentle but never neglected his physique. He always said if it weren't for his good body, he wouldn't have stood out among my mom's suitors. So, I'm sure he had abs, but I never saw them.
Daniel and I grew up together, but he was always skinny and never worked out, so no abs there either.
Brad, though, was always working out in the garden, rain or shine. No wonder he had the best abs of all the guys I knew.
Brad kept laughing, and I couldn't stop staring at his abs, swallowing hard.
After he had laughed enough, Brad shamelessly asked, "Babe, have you saved up enough red flowers in your little book? When are you gonna let me make love to you? I'm getting really impatient."
Saying this, he covered himself with the blanket, then removed the towel, patting his private area, and held up three fingers. "I'm almost thirty and still haven't had sex. Even if you don't feel sorry for me, at least feel sorry for my reproductive organs. If they don't get to perform their function soon, I'm afraid they won't be able to get it up anymore."
I looked at the bulge and immediately thought of the night in Silverbrook City when his towel fell off.
I thought, "No, I can't think about it. I need to shut off that memory."
I shook my head, feeling a bit troubled. In this day and age, how many men would stay single for someone for thirty years?
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