Mr.Right

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."

how would you like to be featured in my next book?" She plops down on the

"Excuse me?"

an eye roll. "I've been a Fantasy author for a long time and I think it's time for a change. Readers

"I'm still not sure

with real people and places? And then, you get

I snort.

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

lame," I say after reading the synopsis.

any better if I make

"Count me in."

my coffee, I scoot closer to her as

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

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

to write that she was a mean lady to make it look

even if he's not, Jacqueline

not what it looks like," Jacqueline says, her eyes glued to her laptop and her hands typing fast on the keyboard like a pro.

I make it that

She closes her laptop and turns to face me. "Do you not trust me? Are you

think that," My

just feel insecure sometimes. I'm feeling the reason why he hasn't popped the big question

Would this be the right time to tell

suddenly exclaims and my eyes widen at her outburst. "I think I

a lot, we're like

tells me to think further and when

it's like Jim and I never really left ourselves, we just found each other in someone else. I thought Maverick acts like Jim sometimes because they spend the most time together but the real truth

more connected than I think and that's the most fascinating thing I've

laptop," I tell

are you

"I'm changing the plot."