The Boyfriend Swap by Meredith Schorr

Author:Meredith Schorr [Schorr, Meredith]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: satire, Humorous fiction, chick lit, british humour, womens fiction
Publisher: Henery Press
Published: 2017-11-06T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter 11

Sidney

Shutting the door of my room behind me, I squeezed my eyes shut, hoping to erase Perry’s smug expression from my mind’s eye and the image of him laughing in my face. Why on Earth Robyn dated him voluntarily was a mystery. I’d been his fake girlfriend for less than forty-eight hours, and I couldn’t stand the sight of him. December twenty-sixth couldn’t come soon enough—he’d be out of my life for good. I’d deal with the aftermath of my fake breakup when the time came. For now, I’d focus on the big picture. Perry’s repugnant disposition was an unforeseen bump in the road, but the boyfriend swap was working in the one way that mattered. My parents were none the wiser regarding Will and therefore not a threat to our relationship. The coils in my belly settled down at the thought.

I hoped Will was getting along with Robyn’s family and wondered if the Lanes were anything like the Bellows. I doubted it. I wouldn’t be surprised to learn that instead of providing a fancy catered dinner, the Lanes dragged Will to a shelter to feed the homeless. Amused at the thought, I glanced at the clock on my nightstand. It was late, but not obscenely so. I called Will back, but it went into voicemail after four rings. After leaving a brief message, I hung up and got ready for bed. I wasn’t sure if my heavy eyelids and aching limbs were a result of spending the day working with my father or plotting against Perry, but either way, I was knackered.

After turning the light off in my room, I curled under the covers and closed my eyes underneath my Morgan Lane silk charmeuse “To The Moon and Back” sleep mask. I inhaled the lavender-scented fragrance of my freshly washed pillowcase and breathed in and out slowly through my nose, assuming sleep would come quickly, but it didn’t. I wasn’t a stranger to insomnia and had a full-range of exercises to get me through the sleepless nights. I didn’t count sheep, but I did add up other things—victories at work, guys I’d kissed, etc. When those failed, I would visualize myself at the gym and tally the number of bicep curls or push-ups I did in my mind. But even as my body cried for shuteye, my mind wouldn’t shut down. Hating to waste waking hours lying in bed, I removed my eye mask, turned on my bedroom light, and started up my computer.

The search screen on Facebook was my first stop, and my fingers keyed the letters on autopilot as if it hadn’t been years since I’d spelled out the name of my last serious boyfriend: Jake Harrington. Holding my breath, I clicked “enter” and waited for the results to come up. My Jake was the top result because of our mutual friends. I brought my head closer to the screen in anticipation but quickly pulled it back as his profile picture stared back at me. The photo was of a guy bouncing a little boy on each of his knees—identical twins.

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