Scotty Doesn't Know That Fiona And Me Novels & Stories

"Sorry, but Harry is my boyfriend. I don't let him exchange contact info with other women." Bianca shot me a surprised look, remaining silent. I saved Bianca's number anyway, and as the screen disappeared, Joyce's face darkened with rage. She didn't yell, but the look she gave me could've killed. The atmosphere in the room turned awkward. Finley stepped forward to smooth things over. "Harry, I spent the whole night calming Joyce down. Don't make her angry again. We were out grabbing dinner and happened to see you. Joyce came over right away.

“Cam, please look at me.” “I hate you for making me this weak, Scott. No matter how many times I tried to prevent my feelings for you, it never worked.” “We don’t know how to deal with this situation.” He sighed and pressed his lips on my shoulder. We said nothing and kept like this for a while. “Never leave me,” I mumbled. “Never,” Scott muttered sleepily and fell asleep on my back. I closed my eyes, trying to fall asleep, but my phone beeped with a notification. It might be Conan. I grabbed the phone and glanced at the text message from an unknown number.

Half a month had passed before Scott managed to find me again. My mother and I had brought all the oranges we harvested to the city to sell. On the way back, we found Scott waiting outside the door. He looked much more haggard than before. The moment he saw me, he got emotional and ran toward me, but my mother stopped him. She still remembered that I'd told her about Scott's infidelity. She pointed her sickle at Scott and screamed angrily, "What trouble are you trying to cause this time?"

The impact left a hole in the drywall and blood on my knuckles, but it did nothing to ease the rage burning in my chest. I was still wallowing in pain when my phone rang. I almost ignored it, assuming it was Marcus calling to tell me exactly what he thought of my behavior. But when I looked at the screen, my heart stopped. It was Fiona. I stared at her name for three rings, hardly believing what I was seeing. Then I swiped to answer. "Fiona?" "I saw you tonight." Her voice was soft, slightly slurred. She had been drinking. "Across the street." "I know." I sank onto the sofa, my entire body suddenly tense with anticipation and desire.

, he asked jokingly. Fiona laughed. “ Well, you wouldn’t blame me, you have been an annoying ass since you got here, I ain’t used to this you, you know?, the all nice Colt without pride or annoying comebacks”, Fiona said jokingly. “ Well, we are good now, at least you have finally gotten the memo”, Fiona said. Satisfied at her accomplishment, little did she know that Colt was just plotting another scheme to when her heart.