Loving a Man Who Forgot Me Novel Chapter 37
Aunt Jaxyn rolled her eyes and stood.
“I need to use the bathroom anyway, so please be done talking about your sex life by the time I return, and maybe, just maybe,” she sighed, “please try to remember that I raised you to know that you’re a beautiful, intelligent, strong, young woman and your self-worth”
“Doesn’t depend on a man, yeah, yeah,” Addie droned, finishing her mom’s sentence with an eye roll.
“I know that Mom. Once Aunt Jax was out of earshot, Addie leaned close. “I was sleeping with him because I thought he was different.
He was funny and charming, and so hot, like he could have been on the other end of his own camera hot.
” I’d heard this story before, “But it turns out he was also sleeping with three other models at the same time, even though he told me I was the only one. I confronted him, and he dumped me, and I lost the shoot.”
“I’m sorry, that sucks babe, but there will be other shoots, and you’ve got Fashion Week to look forward to.”
She huffed out a heavy sigh and sipped from her water glass. “I know. And it’s my own fault anyway. I should have known better. They’re all players. He was so full of himself.” “Sounds like a serious dick.”
She giggled. “And he definitely knew how to use it. That’s probably the reason I ignored my instincts.” “Addie,” I chastised. “You’re way too good for all of those douches you’ve dated.
You’ve got to start thinking with something other than your lady parts, and stay away from the other models, and actors and photographers.” “I agree.” Aunt Jax reappeared and sank into her seat.
“Yes, I know. Wait for the right guy instead of settling for the right now guy,” Addie said as if she’d heard it a hundred times. Aunt Jax pursed her lips. “Please don’t mock me. I waited for your father and I have no regrets.”
Addie blew out an exasperated breath. “I’m not mocking you, but in case you haven’t noticed, the world and the dating pool along with it are going to crap. If I just sit here waiting for Mr. Right, I’ll be a spinster before he comes along.”
Aunt Jaxyn’s mouth quirked into a slightly amused frown. “Maybe if you judged Mr. Right by the content of his brain and not the number of abs on his stomach, you’d have better luck.”
“Touché,” Addie grinned. “I’m sorry, Mom, I know you wanted a nun and got me instead, but you can blame her partially.” She pointed at me.
I frowned. “Hey!” “She and Abel were sneaking around doing it when they were sixteen, as if I didn’t know what was going on every time we were all home alone and they said they were going to ‘watch a movie’ in Abel’s room.”
She made air quotes and my face turned the color of her cherry red dress. “Addelynn,” Aunt Jax chided, “I swear, between you and Abel, it’s a miracle my hair isn’t completely grey.” “That’s because you dye it,” Addie laughed.
Her mother narrowed her eyes. “You’re lucky you’re too old for me to ground you.” Addie and I both chuckled and then the waiter appeared to take our order.
Conversation continued with more teasing, and Addie dishing on her modeling adventures and her excitement over Fashion Week. “It kicks off on Thursday in New York, and then on to London and Milan and Paris. I won’t be back in the country until mid-October.
After it wraps in Paris, a couple of the girls and I are going to head to Spain for a shoot and to take a little vacation. We’re going to need it if we survive the next four weeks.” She stabbed at her chicken salad and eyed my soup and sandwich. With a groan she said, “I swear I’m going to eat so many carbs in Spain. All of the carbs.”