That Girl is Mine - Part Two Read Free

where I stand and what to do from here. I’m in limbo and this isn’t fair to Josh.
    “He should be here, soon,” Roxy says, looking out over the growing crowd. “Oh look, there he is now.”
    When I turn, I see him instantly, his head above the crowd as he rakes his long fingers through his dark blond hair, before smoothing his hand over the undercut that is slowly growing back. Two weeks. I watch him as if he’s moving in slow motion and without sound. I hear muffled noises but nothing comes through clear. I’m too focused on him. God, he’s so beautiful so… popular with the ladies.
    My mouth drops open when he stops walking toward us, pausing to lean down and hug a tiny brunette girl and her friend. They’re saying something that makes him laugh, and the brunette leans up and kisses him on the cheek, holding her cell out to take a selfie.
    We wait patiently for him to finish his conversation then he takes a few steps toward us before he gets bailed up again, this time with a blonde. It twists my insides as I realize exactly what he's doing every night (or more so, what he's being collecting – extra notches on his bedpost!)
    “Oh god, you can’t take that man anywhere without this happening,” Roxy says, shaking her pink head from side to side before looping her arm through mine and turning me away from the continuing scene. It’s hard to tear my eyes away, but my heart is in my throat and my spirits are suddenly low – he didn’t even look at me… How could I have been so naïve?
    “Let’s just meet him inside,” she suggests. “He could be with those girls forever.”
    “I don’t know how he does it,” Josh laughs, slipping his arm around my waist as we follow George and Roxy inside.
    “What do you mean?”
    “Keeps those women loving him even though he’ll never commit to any of them.”
    I glance back over my shoulder, catching sight of him just before we step inside the club. “They don’t love him,” I comment. “They just love the idea of him.”
    “It’s true,” Roxy adds. “It’s the whole taming the bad boy thing. Plus, too many of them have watched LA Ink and think dating a tattooist might get them on TV. It’s a good time to be an artist in this town.”
    “From what I hear, you used to be just like that,” I say to Josh, looking up at his handsome face to see his reaction. He simply laughs.
    “That was before I met you, babe. How could any man want that when he could have you?” he says with a smile, before leaning down and pressing a kiss to the curve of my neck.
    I close my eyes, and feel my chest do one of those emotional stutters. What the hell am I doing? Why am I standing here upset with Dylan when I’m here with Josh?
    I’m here with Josh. I’m Josh’s girl.
    What happened with Dylan was clearly a mistake – that seems obvious to me now – Dylan has made it painfully apparent in his actions over the past two weeks and again tonight. I’m being foolish. It was just a kiss…well, two kisses. Two great kisses…but I’m thinking they meant more to me than they did to him, and I shouldn’t be thinking like that. I should be happy that I’m with Josh, because Josh loves me. Josh is here with me – not some bimbo posse that probably only cares about how many selfies they can get on their Instagram feed in one night.
    “You want a drink, or do you want to dance first?” Josh calls out over the music. It’s some sort of trance beat, and it’s OK, but I think I’ll need some liquid refreshment if the music isn’t good (The music isn’t good – how ironic).
    “A drink, I think,” I smile, looking up at him and taking in his chocolate eyes and silky hair and feeling bad for how unfair I’ve been to him. I need to make up for being a shitty girlfriend. “I think we should move into our own apartment,” I suggest suddenly.
    He raises his brow. “You aren’t happy where we are?”
    I shrug. “It’s fine. It would just be nice to have our own