World's Worst Boyfriend: A Romantic Comedy Adventure (Fake It Book 3) Carina Taylor (the first e reader TXT) đ
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World's Worst Boyfriend
Carina Taylor
Contents
Synopsis:
1. Saidy
2. Saidy
3. Fletcher
4. Fletcher
5. Saidy
6. Saidy
7. Fletcher
8. Saidy
9. Fletcher
10. Fletcher
11. Saidy
12. Fletcher
13. Saidy
14. Saidy
15. Fletcher
16. Saidy
17. Saidy
18. Saidy
19. Saidy
20. Saidy
21. Fletcher
22. Saidy
23. Fletcher
24. Saidy
25. Fletcher
26. Saidy
27. Saidy
28. Fletcher
29. Saidy
30. Saidy
Epilogue
Author Note
Acknowledgments
Also by Carina Taylor
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the products of the authorâs imaginaâ tion or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses, companies, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
Copyright © 2021
All rights reserved. No portion of this book may be reproduced in any form without permission from the publisher, except as permitted by U.S. Copyright law.
Editing: Elaine York
Proofread: Red Leaf Proofing
Cover design: Red Leaf Book Design
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Synopsis:
A romantic comedy adventure
Fletcher is the âWorldâs Worst Boyfriendâ and I have the trophy to prove itâalong with the consolation gift card Iâve already spent.
Entering him into the anonymous contest was cathartic and eye-opening. Itâs obvious I need to end this farce of a relationshipâŠso, I do.
Too bad Iâm still comparing every man I meet to Fletcher.
Too bad I canât get him out of my mindâor my house, for that matter, with the way heâs always stopping by to âfixâ something.
And itâs especially too bad that Iâm learning not everything is as it seems, and that maybe, just maybe, Fletcher had a good reason for his actions (although, there is no justification for the moldy laundry).
Whatâs a girl to do? He says heâll explain everything soon. But am I ready to face that explanation? What if heâs really not the worstâwhat if I am?
Dedication
To my mailman and the frustration youâve caused me. Thanks for making my online shopping a nightmare.
Thank you for holding my books and Christmas presents hostage. Remember all those good times where I tried to catch you before you pulled out of our gravel drive?
Thank you, because if this writing thing ever falls through, because of you, I truly believe Iâm prepared to be a hostage negotiator. Or a bounty hunter.
Chapter One
Saidy
Fletcher was napping.
On. My. Couch.
While Iâd sat in the restaurant getting questionable looks from the waitstaff and patrons alike because he stood me upâheâd been at my home napping.
I slammed my front door hard enough to make the floor creak.
The. Jerkface. Kept. Snoring.
That miserable cretin always came over and slept on my couch like the deadâor like he paid rent here. Which he didnât. He had his own little dumpy-duplex as I liked to call it, so why wasnât he napping there?
All I was to him was a doormat. Someone who would always be there whenever he called. It didnât matter that as my boyfriend he got to stand me up not once, but multiple times now. Heâd apologize, say he wouldnât do it again, and then, like the leopard that he was, not change his spots.
I set my purse down on the entryway table. I walked over to him and hovered over his prone form. That jerk. He was still wearing his shoes. In my house.
Disgusting.
He was breathing deeply.
How annoying.
I poked his side.
He didnât move.
I planted my hands on my hips. I wanted to teach him a lesson. I wanted him to recognize that I wasnât someone to be so easily forgotten. And although I didnât consider myself a needy girlfriendâhow could I be with him as a boyfriendâI did enjoy talking to my boyfriend occasionally. And he should have had the decency to text me or call at least and tell me he was going to be asleep on my couch, rather than leave me to grow old in the restaurant. By myself.
But then that would have meant that he was aware that he should have been with me. Jerk.
So, I turned around and carefully pushed my coffee table toward the center of the living room.
I didnât want to risk it getting damaged with what I was about to do next. I leaned over Fletcher and grabbed the thick leather belt wrapped around his trim waist. My fingers bumped against something hard. He must have had his phone in his back pocket. Honestly, it wouldnât be a big deal if it broke. He had a work phone as well.
He never answered his personal phone anyway, so would he even realize it was broken? My reasoning was sound, I was sure of it.
I pulled with all my strength. Those power barre workouts were paying off. He rolled off the couch and onto the ground. Onto my original hardwood floor, to be precise. There was a satisfying thump. Well, satisfying for meâŠhim, not so much.
It was like the symphonyâs last clang of the cymbal. Glorious. I brushed my hands together and headed to the kitchen to make myself a soothing cup of tea. After all, it wasnât good to stay angry too long.
âHuh?â
It spoke. Finally.
Fletcher climbed to his feet slowly, his eyes were still partially closed. He rubbed his forehead. âI must have fallen off the couch.â
I pursed my lips and glared at him as I ripped open the tea packet with a little more force than necessary. My open concept living space meant I didnât even have the satisfaction of slamming a kitchen door in his face.
âYes,â I replied as I yanked the teabag out of its package, accidentally ripping off that little paper tag.
The electric tea kettle clicked off, and I turned around to pour the water into my mug.
âAre you ready to go to dinner?â
I glanced at the clock. Eight thirty pm. I added a dollop of honey in the mug. I was trying to cut out refined sugarâI realized it affected my moods, and not in a good wayâso Iâd taken to drinking a cup of honey with a hint of tea to fight my cravings.
That little splash of honey may be the very thing that keeps him alive tonight.
One hour earlier
An annoying staccato beat filled the restaurant. There was no
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