Mr.Right novel Chapter 33

Note to self: If someone asks you how your France trip is going, never utter the words 'I think my best friend is being cheated on'.

There's a big problem there. First, what happens in Jim's relationship is none of my business and I wouldn't want to go poke nosing around... Who am I kidding? Poke nosing is my thing, so I think it's normal for me to want to know why the hell there's a shirtless dude answering Jacqueline's door.

I look over the address Jim sent me again to verify I'm in the right place as my eyes roam over his half-naked body once more.

"Good morning," I start slowly, not sure if he's an English speaker. "I'm here for Jacqueline, does she live here?"

His bored expression brightens up at the mention of her name as he yells some French words over his shoulder. I could hear a faint female's voice replying to him in the background before I see a mop of dark hair appear at the entrance.

The one and only Jacqueline Pierre.

"Oh my God," She appears to be surprised at my arrival as she throws herself at me for a bear hug. "April fucking White!"

"That's me," I laugh. She squeals into my ear and I see the guy retreat into the house like he owns the damn house. How dare he!

"You never said you were coming."

"Well... surprise?"

"Come on in." She grins and steps aside for me to enter. My eyes roam the apartment as I take off my jacket. The place is homely and elegant, just like Jim's house.

"Did you come alone? Why didn't Jim come along?"

"I'm here with someone, Jim couldn't make it," I accept the mug of coffee she offers me and press my lips to the tip of the cup, enjoying the heat radiating from it.

"Someone? You mean him?"

"There are so many 'hims' in the world. Be specific."

"Bullshit. You know who I'm talking about, Jim's been giving me a lot of details," She smirks. That blabbermouth. "We FaceTimed last night where he told me everything and I'm surprised he didn't say you were coming."

"The idiot's just whipped."

"Speaking of you, how would you like to be featured in my next book?" She plops down on the couch beside me.

"Excuse me?"

"Why? Did you burp?" Jacqueline does an eye roll. "I've been a Fantasy author for a long time and I think it's time for a change. Readers love versatile authors right?"

I give her a look. "I'm still not sure how I got involved in this."

"I'm getting there. What if I venture into a real-life romance story, you know, with real people and places? And then, you get to be one of the main characters."

"Yeah, like anyone would want to read that," I snort. This girl is sick in the head.

"Just shut up and have a look at what I came up with," She hands me her laptop as I set it on my lap. I scroll through the list of books she's written and already published in hard copy as I spot a newly typed one.

"Oh my God, I sound lame," I say after reading the synopsis.

"Would it make you feel any better if I make Tony pot-bellied and bald-headed?"

"Count me in."

"So here's what we're going to do..." Gulping the rest of my coffee, I scoot closer to her as we both focus on her laptop.

It's pretty weird at first but it gets better when we get to the part where Tony appears as a bald-headed prick. Now looking back on my own story, I perfectly understand the reason why I was fired from my job. First, I was too forward. My boss didn't even get to review the article I was about to publish before I went ahead to upload it online. That was a big dick move.

My perspective of the way I see my boss changes. She was only saving her company and I shouted 'TROUBLE'. Although, the way she went about the whole firing thing was still sort of harsh. I'm still pissed off she got my name wrong.

But we still had to write that she was a mean lady to make it look more... dramatic is the word Jacqueline calls it.

Jim. Jim remains the cool guy and even if he's not, Jacqueline wouldn't want her boyfriend sounding like a bonehead.