I Quit Being His Replacement Girlfriend, Then He Finally Panicked Chapter 08

I Quit Being His Replacement Girlfriend, Then He Finally Panicked Chapter 08

“Men with girlfriends should learn to mind their own business.”

“Unless you want your little couple fights to ruin Maris’s life again.”

Dash stopped short. His expression turned ugly. Then he looked at me.

“Your resignation had nothing to do with me:”

“I’ll find out who was stirring things up behind my back.

He reached out and forced me out from behind Breck.

“I’ll fix the job situation.”

Breck grabbed my other hand.

“Please. So you can send her back and let your little girlfriend make her life hell at work again?”

The two of them stood on either side of me, arguing over my head.

I was so tired I thought my skull might split.

I yanked both hands free. “Are you two insane?”

I took a deep breath. “I’m a normal person. I don’t want to get dragged into your drama.”

“I have a job now. I need money to live. I do not have time to play games with you.”

Dash fell silent. Then he pushed a bag of medication into my hand.

“Fine. Then take this.”

“No. I’m perfectly healthy.”

I paused and glanced behind him.

“And your girlfriend seems to be looking for you.” Dash turned.

Elodie stood behind him. I had no idea how long she had been there.

I turned and walked into the building. Breck followed me happily.

“I told you, anywhere Dash shows up, nothing good happens. Bad luck in human form.”

“Look at my roses. They’re wilting because of him.”

“Breck.” I stopped and turned to him.

“I have to work.”

He flopped onto the lobby couch like he owned the place.

“Okay. I’ll wait here. When you get off, I can take you to dinner.”

“Suit yourself.”

That evening, when I was leaving, a coworker grabbed my arm.

“Maris, when is your friend leaving?”

“He fell asleep, and I need to lock up.”

I went downstairs. Sure enough, Breck was sprawled across the lobby couch, sound asleep.

I nudged his foot with mine.

“Get up. This isn’t your king suite.”

Breck rubbed his face and slowly stood.

“You’re off work? Dinner? I’m starving.”

Breck was nothing like Dash.

He was impossible to embarrass, impulsive, and completely unpredictable.

If I didn’t make things clear, he might spend the entire month sleeping on the lobby couch

downstairs.

“Fine,” I said. “I’m hungry too.”

The restaurant happened to have a bar counter.

“What a coincidence,” Breck said. “The first time I saw you was at a restaurant bar too.”

“I went there three days in a row and ran into you every time. That’s fate.”

“Then the one time I finally worked up the courage to ask for your number, you suddenly quit.”

My hand tightened around my fork.

Right after graduation, I hadn’t found a suitable job yet.

Money was running out, so I had worked a few day-shift temp jobs.

“When I saw you again later, I was even more convinced we were meant to be.”

My eye twitched. I suddenly wanted to know what exactly lived inside Breck Calder’s tiny little

brain.

“If you went through all that trouble to get my number, why did you give it to someone else?”

His face flushed red with anger.

“That bastard Dash took my phone and added you himself.”

“By the time I found out, you two were already together.”

“And me? I couldn’t get a single reply from you unless it was about work.”

“I was going to bless you two and move on.’

His gloomy expression suddenly sharpened with outrage.

“Then on the day you two met in person, Dash called me and said he had the wrong girl but might as well keep going.”

“Keep going, my ass. Dashiell Kincaid is a shameless piece of trash.”