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"Close enough," I said, as I laid out his new silverware

"This stuff is good, and I’ry to cook for two hours"

If he said it was good, that ood The ood that I’d gained five pounds while ere hanging out together, and hadn’t even sweated it, because soood

Of course, I’d lost those five pounds and some extra in the weeks he’d disappeared, and completely broken my heart

"Where’s your restroom?" I asked him, after I’d put the silverware away

"Use the one attached toat the stove

I couldn’t seeh his room It was sparse, and he’d barely unpacked, so there wasn’tthat really stood out to htstand I thought those said a lot about his lifestyle

His bathrooest bathtubs I’d ever seen You could literally fit at least six people into it, which painted a picture that I didn’t particularly want to dwell on

When I ca the pasta, so I started to unpack his plates

They were square and white, very elegant, especially for a bachelor pad I had picked them out

I had one of the plates in my hand when a topless brunette sauntered into the kitchen

Topless was putting it lightly She earing nothing but a nude colored thong and a sht up to Tristan and hugged hiainst his back

I wasn’t prepared for this, so I just stood there, frozen, plate in hand, and watched the tableau

Tristan stiffened at the contact, turned off the burner on the stove, then started to turn, looking as surprised as I was to have a naked woman in the kitchen I couldn’t even have said if she was pretty, I was that distracted by all of that naked skin

His brow furrowed as he looked down at her, now pressed into his side Or rather, one fake tit was plastered to his side, one to his front, just below his chest

"Uh," he began, obviously at a loss for words

The skank gave him a brilliant so Don’t worry about it I didn’t think you’d re"

I was gripping the plate so hard that I felt it dig into rabbed her shoulders and pushed her back, until her i contact "Okay, Kendra But what are you doing here now, and where are your clothes?" He had the careful tone of so to a crazy woht with Dean I was hoping to see you again I think I left o find them?" Her tone was all sleazy insinuation

I quite si into the wall above their heads Another plate was inbefore anyone could react Miss Fake Tits went running for it, but Tristan, the fool, startedplate after plate I broke at least six before he made it to me I didn’t look down to check, but I was pretty sure that was all of them

One look at his face showed me that he wasn’t h for hiet his ar out and breaking s

Why wasn’t he mad? I’d just tried to maim him and a topless slut that he had apparently slept with four nights ago

I didn’t even speak All that I’d had to say had been said with the breaking of six white plates

He spoke, y into e that I didn’t even process it right away

A shirtless Dean burst into the kitchen, with not one, but two naked skanks at his back, the one before, and a redhead He started yelling as he took in the da, and you’ve got so plates in our kitchen? And Kendra tells me she tried to hit her with one!"

"Go back to bed, Dean," Tristan told hi riled, which he hadn’t sounded when he’d been talking so softly into my ear "This is not your business"

"Of course it’splace, too"

"What’s your proble to irlfriend," Tristan answered "And she was just disrespected in my home"

Kendra’s lip shot out in a pout "You didn’t have a girlfriend four nights ago," she pointed out

"We were on a break, but we aren’t anyet theet to keep that cunt around, and I have to get rid of theainstto warn you once You talk to her or about her like that again, we’re going to have a fucking probleet the fuck away from me before I take your ass to task for what just ca"

Dean cursed under his breath, turned on his heel, and left the kitchen,a very insolent, "Sorry," under his breath