12. Nia

"No."

Maty rolls her eyes. "Why are you so damn stubborn?"

"I'm not stubborn. I'm not interested. Period. Now leave me alone."

She turns her irritated gaze to her guy, silently asking for his help. The smart man raises his hands. "Not getting into this."

"Thank you, Alessio." I give him a huge grin and he shakes his head, smiling back. Clearly thinking, both Maty and I are fucking nuts.

"It's one night, babe."

"I'm not looking for no one-night, girl."

Maty comes close to me and rests her hands on my shoulders. Oh Lord. "I'm sorry that happened, Nia. Sorry he hurt you. Sorry you don't want to know what actually went on. But if you're honest about not caring, you need to move on. And I'm not asking you to sleep with some other guy. I'm just saying, meet this dude. You guys were a perfect match in the Book Boyfriend database."

I rest my hands on my hips. "And why am I even in the database? You said you only needed me to do all the testing to help with the beta phase."

"I did, but your data was there, so…"

I sigh, exhausted by this repetitive conversation. And knowing Maty will just keep insisting till I bend, I give in. At least she stopped trying to tell me about Kenji the Asshole.

* * *

Filling the questionnaires for the Book Boyfriend Dating Agency was heart-wrenching.

"Select a book boyfriend archetype."

"Describe your ideal book boyfriend: physical traits, personality."

"What's your fantasy date?"

"How do you imagine your happily ever-after?"

"Now, we're going to get more personal. Please describe your preferences in the bedroom."

Every question, each response, each thought and reaction was about him, for him, inspired by our night. And in the end, I wondered if Maty really needed my input or if she just wanted to torture me…