Her words always struck me like a blow. It’s not that I didn’t believe in pure friendship between men and women, but there’s a line that shouldn’t be crossed—and I could tell that line was starting to blur.
And let’s be honest, no man is ever comfortable with the idea of a so-called “male bestie” or a “childhood sweetheart” hanging around.
Whenever I suggested we go out together, she’d hit me with the same cold line, “Jordan, I’ve told you before—my circle isn’t one you can fit into. How did you even get in?”
I told myself that if I didn’t fit into her world, I’d choose to trust her and give her the freedom she wanted. That’s why, today, I was only there to handle the financial issues.
But the moment I stepped into the corridor, Courtney noticed me standing there. “What are you doing just standing around?” she snapped, pulling me inside with a look of disdain.
“The things in the The Light Vegas Club are expensive, so don’t touch anything,” she said coldly. “If you break something, you’ll have to pay for it, and knowing you, you'd be miserable about the money. I hate how stingy you are.”