The Boy Who Knew Me When(64)

“Aren’t you that girl Julian was all hung up on?”

I sighed. “That would be me. Though there is no was about it.”

“Oh, I see, so you two never dated? Isn’t that just like a man, they decide they want a roll in the hay and end up turning it into something that it isn’t. They say girls are bad, but really men are so much worse.”

I honestly wanted to slap her.

“No, I mean he is still hung up on me. We are dating, actually we just got back from a romantic trip to the beach.” You stupid, too hot for your own shit, bitch!

“Hm, that’s interesting, I spent the morning with him and he never mentioned you or the beach. He was just his usual sexy hot self.”

I swear on my life this woman is going to lose an entire head of hair if she does not leave and I mean now. I can feel the heat flowing into my cheeks and I am sure that at any moment steam began to steep out of my ears.

“Can you please pay me for your drink so that we can make it and you can gag on it?” I blurt out.

I hear Rebecca stifle a laugh behind me, failing miserably to hold the entire thing in.

“Jemma” she giggles. “Um, we are out of mocha mix; think you can go grab some? I will man the register.”

How the heck did Brea ever hate this girl? Right now I loved her so much I would almost be willing to make out with her right here and now. I did not need this crap, I did not need some spoiled little brat coming along and making everything in my life worse than it already was. If I had to stay in the room with her one more second I was seriously going knock her right on her fat Puerto Rican ass. I took in a deep breath, gave Heather one final glare and stormed off into the store room.

How dare Heather bring her scrawny butt into my place of business and behave like my man gave a flying fuck about her. I knew what Julian and I had, I knew what we always had and it was a thousand times more than anything she would ever dream of having with him. We belonged to each other. I was going to be his wife. I looked down to the ring on my hand. And he was going to be my husband.

Just then I felt my cell phone go off in my pocket indicating I had a new text, it was from Julian.



Julian: I miss you

Me: Miss you too. Want to have dinner?

Julian: Can we have Sushi? You could lay naked on the table and I could eat it off your body.

I seriously loved this man!

Me: Only if I can eat dessert off of yours.

Julian: Sounds like a plan. Pick you up at 7?

Me: Perfect, I will be good and starved by then.

Me: Actually I am good and starved now, come feed me.

Julian: Oh, how hungry are you?

Me: Hungry enough to devour every last inch of you. Come to the bean so I can show you just how hungry I am.

Me: Mm, I just checked, I am really really wet. My fingers are glistening.

Of course I lied. I am pretty sure most business frown upon their employees fingering themselves up in the back room.

Julian: Fuck me! I think I just got hard. The girl sitting next to me in my Soc. Class is staring at my cock.

Me: She’d better not go near your cock. Your cock belongs to me and I don’t share my cock with anyone.

That includes Heather and she better remember it if she wants to wake up tomorrow with all of her limbs still intact.

Julian: I want you so bad right now. Stop texting me before I jizz all over Mr. Bedichek’s classroom. I love you sweetheart.

Me: I love you too. 7 is fine. If you are a good boy I will let you jizz all over me.

Julian: Damn it woman!

Me: You started it. Now, shut up and pay attention to your professor like a good little boy.

Julian never failed to bring a smile to my face when I needed it the most.

“What is that smile about? You are beaming!”

Rebecca walked into the store room, picked up a bag of paper cups then took notice of the phone in my hands.

“Wait, were you just sexting?”

I blushed. “No! Thank you so much for getting me out of there. I was about to go ninja all over the place.”

“I saw, so that’s Heather huh? She’s kind of hot, but dumb as a box of rocks. There is no way Julian could ever go for her. Not when he has you around.”

“Thanks, but I am not the least bit worried.”



The doorbell rang at exactly 6:23 and even though I had yet to put on the finishing touches for our dinner date I was excited to see Julian. Brea decided to hit the public library for books on everything baby so we had the house to ourselves. Since I had been like a cat in heat since our text earlier in the day I could think of a million things we could do to fill the extra time. I was sadly disappointed when I found that it was not Brandon at the door instead finding Jonathan leaning against the doorway looking as if he had been ran over by a train. He said nothing; he simply lowered his head to the ground and stepped inside.