April (Calendar Girl #4) Read Free Page B

noisily against wood floors. Booming laughter rang out which I knew for a fact belonged to Wes.
    “Are you calling for Weston?” she cooed and that sultry sound of her voice tinged the recesses of my memory. I knew that voice. Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath. Gina DeLuca, one of the most beautiful, sought after, Hollywood starlets alive. The woman was currently playing the lead in Wes’s movie Honor Code.
    More rustling came through the line. “Gina…girl, you are so going to get it!” Weston’s voice was rough yet playful. “Come here, sexy,” Wes said breathily, obviously chasing after her.
    “Sorry to cut you off, but Wes will have to call you back. He’s very busy,” she squealed.
    “Gotcha!” I heard Wes say and then the unmistakable sound of kissing noises followed by a female throaty moan. “Get off the phone,” he growled and she mewled, obviously not paying attention to the phone. A jagged edged knife dug deep into my heart, but, even with the fiery pain, I couldn’t hang up. I was glued to the spot, an onlooker staring in awe at the site of a car accident, only by phone. I had absolutely no right to be hurt, none at all, but it didn’t change the facts. I felt gutted listening to Wes carry on with another woman.
    Is this what he felt knowing I was going to a new man every month? Probably not anymore if the noises of wet lips meeting flesh were any indication.
    “It’s your phone! Not mine. Some chick. Here.” I heard her say and then time stopped. My heart beat like a heavy drum almost counting the mere seconds before he realized who called and what I’d heard.
    “Fuck.” I heard him curse as the phone probably changed hands.
    “What’s the matter baby? Okay, you win. Come back to bed.” Her voice was distant as if she was getting farther away and riddled in apology.
    A groan split the space between us. “Mia,” his voice was a pained rumble in my ear. “I’m sorry, that, uh, that shouldn’t have happened.”
    I shook my head, but he couldn’t see me. Tears pooled at the surface but there was no way I was going to allow them to fall. If I did, I’d be a pile of mush on the bed and incapable of pulling off the happy, pretend girlfriend to hot shot Red Sox pitcher Mason Murphy. “Hey, no, it’s okay. I just uh, called to say hi. So, hi.”
    “Hi,” he responded sadly. “Fuck, Mia. It’s not…um, technically, it’s just. Jesus Christ!” I could hear a door shut in the background and birds chirping in the distance. He was probably looking out over Malibu as far as the eye could see. If I were there, I’d be holding him around the waist and doing the same. Not now. No, now he’s got Gina to do that for him. “This doesn’t change anything,” he choked out.
    I snorted. “Really? It changes everything.”
    His voice was a growl when he responded. “How so? We’re still friends.”
    “That’s true. We are friends.”
    “And this thing with Gina, it’s totally casual, you know, we’re letting off some steam. She knows I’m not the relationship type. Well, at least not for her.”
    “So you are for me?”
    He let out a slow breath. “If I answer that honestly are you going to do something about it? I’ve given you that chance more than once. You’ve not taken it. We both agreed to take this year. Are you reneging on that now?”
    A traitorous tear slipped down my cheek. Fucking hormones. “No, I’m not Wes. I just,” I let out a breath. “I guess I just didn’t expect you to move on.”
    “What makes you think I have? Fucking Gina? Tell me you and Frenchie didn’t spend a month fucking after you left me?”
    “Wes,” I warned and he cut me off.
    “It’s true. This is no different. We’re not together officially, but you know I’d drop anything and anyone to be with you, but as cliché as it sounds…a man has needs too. I think it’s best we not discuss those.”
    I bit down on my lip and sat on the bed. “No, you’re right. It’s incredibly