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Chapter Two of Good Luck Getting Rid of Me
Jetlag, Regret, and That Sticky Airbnb Smell
Good Luck Getting Rid of Me Chapter Two kicks off with a jetlag hangover, emotional confusion, and the sweaty aftermath of a hookup so limp, it could have been medically declared dead on arrival.
Enter Jack. Chaos incarnate.
He’s a gummy-gobbling, tequila-gargling Southern bear with a Santa beard and the energy of a motivational speaker who got fired mid-speech. He talks non-stop and inserts himself into my life like he’s always been there. He thinks we’re best friends. I think he’s a stalker. Somehow, it works.
From Dancing Goats to “I Have a Wife Named Brenda”
What starts as a reluctant chat at Dancing Goats Café turns into burgers, bar-hopping, and an intro to a social circle held together by sarcasm, booze, and Mandy’s last nerve. To survive our first chat, I pretend to be a straight dad with a wife named Brenda and three kids (Ava, Milo, and probably Flame). Jack believes me for almost two full minutes.
Then… him.
The guy from the app. No name. No photo. Shows up two hours late and disappears into my bathroom for half an hour. I should’ve sent him packing. Instead, I kissed him.
Real sex, real connection and real danger.
What follows is raw, magnetic, and absolutely not what I expected. There’s a connection, there’s pain and sex. And something deeper I don’t want to name just yet.
Everything changes.
Good Luck Getting Rid of Me Chapter Two is where the real story begins. I make a friend I never asked for, sleep with someone I should have ignored, and unknowingly step onto a path I’ll never walk back from. This is where it stops being a holiday and becomes something else entirely.
Missed Chapter One? Read the first chapter here
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