honestly i dont believe for a second men are dumb, i already had a very bad view of him due to this,
“Hey, Ry.” A high-pitched voice snaps my attention from Molly to the doorway. The blonde I took home from the pub last night is standing there, dressed like she’s about to go clubbing. She’s wearing a tight, hot pink strapless dress that barely hits her upper thighs and the highest pair of heels I’ve ever fucking seen. How did she even walk down here without me hearing her?
“Thought I’d stop by, see if you wanted to grab some lunch or something. I didn’t even have time to get your number last night. You left so quickly after...” She’s running her hand up and down the door frame. I assume she’s trying to look sexy, but all it’s doing is pissing me off. I just painted those walls, and now she’s got her grubby hands all over them.
“I’m with a client, babe.” I use that one when I don’t remember their name. “Can I give you a call later on?”
“Oh, yeah, sure, no worries, I’ll, um, talk to you later,” she replies, hesitating for a minute before turning to leave. She obviously didn’t think about the fact that I don’t have her number. Don’t want it either. She knew the score when she came home with me.
Fuck me, I’ve screwed this up already. Last night was one of those nights I just didn’t want to go home alone... I love my life, don’t get me wrong, but sometimes it’s nice to feel a warm body next to me while I sleep.
LITERALLY, THEIR FIRST INTERACTION 8 PERCENT IN....... FMC has had only one sex in her life and that resulted with her kid.
so after that he goes to her cafe every day for like a couple weeks to try to take her on a date, and she says so cuz she has a lot on her plate and wants someone who wants the same things as her. The second she was close to agreeing this happens,
I've got a message from someone saved in my phone as GREAT TITS.
Fuck, I am a bastard, aren’t I?
GREAT TITS: Busy tonight? < tit pic >
Well, I wasn't wrong... “Nice,” Molly whispers into my ear.
he is 34 btw, and she is 22 he is out acting like this. her dumb friends make her agree to this date after all cuz they all hate her i guess, also this is MMCs first date ever like what ?
Enter Jess,, dreaded OW, his best friend literally everyone else hates her (his business partner and best friend, mother) but he keeps her around cuz she moved there and knows nobody/ she is like a sister to him.
Beckett comes in behind me and closes the door, leaning back against it. “Look, I don’t want to get involved in your business, man, but I need to say this. Jess has been standing there grilling me for information about you and Molly for the past ten minutes. She’s asked me if you’re serious about Molly and what I think about her having a kid. She asked me if you’d mentioned her to me before and started telling me how close the two of you are, how she always comes before the women you sleep with. I’m telling you, something’s up with her. I picked up on it in five minutes.” He opens the door and walks out before I can respond.
Fuck me. Seriously? Beckett too?
I look at the closed door and sigh. I’ll sort it. It’ll be fine. Jess will calm down when she makes some new friends, and Molly and I will work on our communication. Beckett probably misunderstood what Jess said...
This is not the only time he is warned about Jess, also he keeps calling her with these fuck ass pet names i don't understand i had plenty of male friends never seen it like this love, babe ? Time passes their first time having sex and second time for FMC overall, so expectations are quite high what happens you may ask, well Jess calls him and he answers literally,
“Mol… baby, I’m sorry I know I messed that up, but I had to-” I glare at him and he pauses. “I thought she was in trouble. I didn’t think she’d call me at ten at night to chat, Molly. I thought I was being a good friend,” he pleads.
“Yeah, okay, Ryan,” I huff.
He rubs the back of his neck and shakes his head. “I told her you were staying the night tonight. I promise you, I didn’t mean to fuck this up, Mol. I just didn’t want her stranded somewhere, or hurt, not knowing anyone else that could help…”
Oh, you stupid, stupid man.
“You told her I was staying here tonight, and she called you this late to… chat? Are you fucking joking?”
“She forgot, Mol. She had a bad day at work... I should have ignored it. It’s my fault, not hers.”
I roll my eyes and get up, walking past him to the bedroom. He’s not wrong, but he obviously thinks I don’t see him replying to her messages every time we’re together. I know she comes by Inked on Agnes for lunch all the time too; Beckett told me that one. He’s either an asshole, or he’s actually stupid enough to believe she only wants to be his friend. I guess time will tell.
halfway in he still calls her babe, i have no more comments
Just as I’m about to put my phone back in my pocket, it vibrates again.
JESS: Can’t wait to see you tomorrow, handsome.
ME: Best behaviour, babe.
JESS: ;)
Ryan greets everyone else and apologises for being late. He introduces Jess to Penny and Evie and explains that her car had an issue, so he had to stop and pick her up on the way. Penny looks at me, and I roll my eyes back. Of course, it did.
He thinks I didn’t see the message. I did. And he lied right to my face. My stomach is in knots, but I decide to give him another opportunity to be honest. "Jess message you?”
He shakes his head. “Nah, baby. I was just checking the time.” My blood boils, and I feel my hands start to shake. “I saw the message, Ryan,” I snap.
“Mol, I... look, you said you wanted to keep things separate. That’s what I’ve been trying to do. She came by the shop not long after our fight at the pizza shop and apologised. She promised to make more of an effort with you, so I let it go. She’s come by a couple times for lunch, that's it. I didn't know if you'd want to know. We’re having such a great day, baby. I didn’t want to bring her up and ruin it.”
“So, the solution is for you to lie to my face and just keep doing whatever you want behind my back, hoping I don’t find out and get angry. Really?” I ask, irritation lining my tone.
“I don’t fucking know, Molly. It’s different, okay? I don’t tell you so that you don’t get upset. You’re twisting this into something it’s not. We’re friends. We’ve been friends long before I even met you.” His tone is aggressive and demeaning, and I feel my shoulders hunch, protecting me from how his words are making me feel. I duck my head down and stare at my hands. He does the same.
Beckett once again warns him.
He leans forward, and his tone is lethal. “Molly’s a good girl, one of the best. She’s put up with this shit for too long, you’re pushing it, and I’m sure as shit not going to sit here and watch you disrespect that beautiful fucking girl. Cosying up with Jess, calling her babe, buying her drinks. You act like it’s all innocent, but you’re hurting Molly doing it. She might not say it, but you are.” He stands up and moves out of the booth, stopping to look at me when he gets to the end. “I hope she drops you on your ass and finds a man that puts her first, cos it sure as shit ain’t you right now, Ryan. I’m out, have a great night,” he curls his lip in disgust and heads for the exit.
“You’re just going to leave me here to go and be with her? You spend all your fucking time with her, Ryan! What? I’m not important anymore?” I roll my eyes. So fucking dramatic. “Jess, I’m leaving. If you want to stay, stay. You’re twenty-eight years old. I’m not your babysitter.” “I hate that fucking bitch! She’s turned you into a completely different fucking person!”
“I don’t trust you.”
“Why?” I ask.
She shrugs. “You lie. Hide things. You sneak around behind Molly's back when it comes to Jess, even though your relationship is platonic.” She uses air quotations and rolls her eyes. “You’re not trustworthy. That’s a fact.”
I clear my throat and lower my voice to just above a whisper. “I’d never cheat on Molly. Her and Emma mean everything to me. I haven’t spoken to Jess since that night at the pub.”
She scoffs. “So, what? Beckett calling you out on your shit made you realise what a tool you are?”
Jess is calling. He’s got a selfie of the two of them as her caller ID. She’s kissing his cheek, and they’re both laughing at the camera. Jealousy burns through me, and then I get pissed. Pissed that she’s calling him non-stop at 9: 00PM, pissed that she won’t just back the fuck off, pissed that he’s made me into this jealous woman. I hate it. I don’t want to feel like this. But I can’t stop.
JESS: Seriously, what? That bitch won’t even let you answer your phone when you’re with her now? She’s drunk. And she’s drunk texting my man. Does he let her call me that? I scroll through the previous messages, and while he doesn’t flirt back with her, her messages are very inappropriate. She calls him handsome, and he calls her babe, and I want to peel my fucking skin off. I’m so angry.
“You know, I find it funny that me telling you about Jess did nothing, but Beckett bringing it up magically opened your eyes,” she says sarcastically.
and after this they forgive each other but yet another 3rd act breakup happens when OW lets herself in his bed naked while he is in shower, whatever.