Falling for Mister Wrong by Lizzie Shane Read Free Book Online

go, because I am not
exaggerating this guy’s hotness and he is gonna go fast. The only
reason he isn’t bagged and tagged already is because his family has
been giving him time to heal and providing like a buffer around him
or something, but now that the ban is lifted, it’s hunting season,
baby, and some girl is gonna mount that on her wall.”
    “I’m not ready to bag and tag anyone. Let
alone mount them.”
    Mimi’s face scrunched with concern. “Oh
honey. Did you really fall for Daniel? There are other fish in the
sea. And the best way to get over someone is to get under someone
new. That’s my motto.”
    “You should get that embroidered on a
pillow.”
    “Can you at least give me a ballpark of how
many weeks we have to wait before I can start pimping you out?”
    Caitlyn couldn’t help it. She arched a brow.
“What makes you so certain he didn’t pick me?”
    Mimi snorted and Caitlyn cringed, insulted,
until she said, “If he did, he’s smarter than I gave him credit
for. Those guys never pick the best girls. They pick the ones who
lead them around by their dicks. Obvious, sexy, forward girls who
give them wet dreams and cock-tease their way all the way to the
final ring.”
    A vision of Elena flashed in Caitlyn’s mind.
Daniel’s runner up was indeed obviously sexy and not afraid of
using her sex appeal to manipulate men. Caitlyn felt a little
trickle of unease, before reminding herself that in the end Daniel
had chosen her , not busty obvious Elena.
    She shrugged. “I guess you’ll just have to
wait and see.”
    Mimi groaned. “I can’t believe you’re going
to make me wait it out with the unwashed masses. Me! I’m your best
friend in the whole wide world.”
    “With the biggest mouth.”
    “I resemble that remark.” Mimi snickered,
then sobered. “But really, you’re okay? No regrets?”
    “None.”
    She’d landed Prince Charming. What was there
to regret?

 
     
     
     
    Chapter Six
    Unfortunately, Prince Charming wasn’t
returning her calls.
    He’d called once, on Christmas morning, but
cell reception was notoriously crappy at Mimi’s house and by the
time Caitlyn realized she’d missed the call he’d been off to
whatever important industry Christmas party he’d gushed about
scoring an invite to in his latest text. The message was short and
sweet – a breezy Merry Christmas, baby. Miss you so much. Talk
soon, okay? Things are crazy here. Love you.
    And then silence. For days.
    She’d seen him on the Today Show and The View
and The Chew and she couldn’t check out at the grocery store
without staring at four different pictures of him smiling back at
her from the magazine rack. But he didn’t call.
    It was New Year’s Eve. The night when
everyone had someone to kiss at midnight and here she was again,
alone in her pajamas at nine-thirty, sitting in her apartment with
all the lights turned off as she waited for the annual torch-light
parade of skiers and snow boarders down the mountain, followed by
fireworks—promptly at ten p.m. so it didn’t interfere with the
Lodge’s big New Year’s Eve Gala that got swinging around
eleven.
    Caitlyn had been to the Lodge Gala before,
but the last thing she wanted tonight was to watch a hundred other
people kiss when the countdown ran them into a new year. Mimi had
invited her over to ring in the new year with her kids waving
sparklers in the backyard, but Caitlyn had used the weather as an
excuse to cry off. It had started snowing on Christmas Day and
hadn’t let up for more than an hour or two since.
    Christmas had been lovely—filled with warmth
and family—and a constant reminder of all the reasons she’d gone on
the show in the first place. So the kids squealing with joy on
Christmas morning wouldn’t always be someone else’s. So the husband
sneaking into the kitchen to snitch ham and steal a kiss from his
wife would be hers for a change—not that she was likely to be
baking a ham. Caitlyn would probably set the house on