Baby Be Mine(Spinsters & Casanovas Series Book 1)(82)

“For the first time, you realize your beauty will not affect all men.”

“You, my darling, are excused since you are this beautiful creature’s best friend,” she said while gesturing to herself, “but that mannequin… I can’t let it go. He hurt Fern’s ego.”

“You sure have a huge ego, Fern.”

“Not as huge as yours, Hunter darling,” she replied, then smirked as if interested to see what he’d been up to since the last time they meet. “Tell Fern, how many have you bedded lately, my darling Casanova?”

“None,” Hunter confessed, nudging his sunglasses again.

“None?” Fern uttered in shock. “What do you mean none? You’re like the number one Casanova from our university days.”

“I can’t seem to get it up these days,” Hunter confessed quietly, but Fern had excellent hearing so she was able to pick it up.

“Really? Why? Wait! Does this have something to do with why you’re wearing the sunglasses?” Fern asked.

“Well, you could say that.” Hunter began his pathetic story. “I had this experience with this mysterious goddess once, and now I can’t seem to sleep with anyone else.”

“Was she really that good?”

“Beyond anything you can imagine,” Hunter said gloomily.

“Since she’s that good, why are you feeling so down? Why don’t you ask her to be your girlfriend, then? That way you can sleep with her every night.”

“I can’t.”

“Why not? Fern doesn’t understand.”

“Because she’s the mysterious goddess, that’s why. I don’t even know her name or where she is now. Hell, we had sex once and then she just left me. I tried searching for her everywhere, but I can’t seem to find her.”

Hunter didn’t want to tell Fern that his ailment was also due to Clarice, the avocado. Both the avocado and his goddess were doing his head in.

Fern came to sit beside Hunter and began rubbing his back like she always did when Hunter was upset.

“Have you hired a private detective? Fern knows some really good ones, just like Hercule Pirot in Miss Agatha Christie’s books.”

“I did, but none could help me. Apparently, they’re still searching for the woman.”

“Poor Hunter darling.” Fern hugged her friend then. “I guess she doesn’t want you to find her. Maybe she just wanted a one-night stand with you. You know, since you’re all hot and everything.”

“I guess so but… arrrggggg,” Hunter growled and ruffled his hair even more in frustration. “I just can’t sleep. I’ve tried sleeping, but I just can’t. It’s like this woman put a curse on me. I slept with her once and now I can’t sleep ever again. I feel if I don’t get to sleep with her again, I might die of insomnia. And if I do manage to sleep, I dream of her. That’s why I have all these dark shadows under my eyes.” Hunter tore the sunglasses off his face, exposing the many bags and bags of dark shadows underneath his eyes that he was trying to hide.

Fern let out a shudder.

“Oh, poor Hunter baby,” Fern said, then went to sit on his lap and examined his eyes.

“Ka, you do have bags under your eyes. They could hold many lollies,” Fern said, trying to cheer up her friend.

“Fern, my eyes can’t hold lollies,” he said, getting annoyed. Why must she tease him like back in their university days? He was starting to get really upset and annoyed. He wasn’t an immature guy like before. He’d changed. He thought.