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“You just gave up! You walked away and started fucking other people again, and I wasn’t going to be the stupid girl that waited around and watched you do it I’d already been that girl, remember?” Trix’s eyes filled with frustrated tears

“You wouldn’t even be in the same room with me, Trix,” I mumbled back tiredly “After bein’ friends for all those years—you cut me off at the fuckin’ knees”

“I’ her arms to her sides

I didn’t want her “sorry” I kicked off my boots, then moved past her toward the hallway “I’m takin’ a nap This has been a shitty fuckin’ day and it ain’t even noon”

She sniffled as I walked away, but didn’t say another word as I left the room

I didn’t like it that she was crying, but I was done trying to explainto hurt her—she’d been the bitch She’d been the one to completely cut me out of her life She’d been the one to act like I was so other women What had she expected me to do?

I’d never make comments about the men she’d been with I hated that she’d had sex with anyone else, and I didn’t want to hear about it or think about it—but I’d never make her feel badly about it, either I’d known after she left one about shit the wrong way—but even when I’d been livid about her having sex, I’d never made her feel bad about it

Was I pissed back then? Yes Did I think there was anything wrong with her for wanting to have sex? Hell, no I just wanted to be the man in her bed

I peeled offflat on my back as my ribs protested the movement

I needed to get soain, I didn’t want to pack her ass up and leave her with her parents just to get the fuck away from her

Chapter 4

Trix

I messed up

Well, to be honest, I wasn’t sure if I’dCaht I was the one who’d ended our friendship I just hadn’t been able to watch hih— I could to avoid hih we’d had no relationship whatsoever at that point Not exactly fair… or realistic

If I was thinking clearly, I kneouldn’t do anything to deliberately hurtclearly I was all twisted up, eager to hold on to the chance of having him, but at the same time, completely afraid of what that would mean

What if it didn’t work out? Hoould I be able to handle seeing his parade of club skanks at every birthday party and barbeque? Even worse, he ood—and that would kill me

If things did work out—if we did end up staying together, did that ree froraduated from, but she’d never used it She’d been a househen she washoether It seemed like all of the women I was close to except my nan stayed home to take care of the kids—and while I didn’t think that was a bad thing, it also wasn’t what I wanted

I’d worked ree, and I wanted to use it I didn’t want to own my own business, but I really wanted to run someone else’s It didn’t matter what kind of business I ended up in—a tattoo parlor or an advertising firood use I wanted to strategize and implement new ideas, make money and feel the thrill of a job well done I thrived on that shit

A part ofa house full of babies, but the other part of ot with Cam, I knew that he would take control Our dyna had been of a leader and a follower Because of the age difference, I’d always been the follower, and I’d never questioned it

But a lot had happened in the last four years He was no longer the adult—we both were, and I couldn’t be content with following him anymore I wanted us to be equals