Page 24 of A Solid Guide to Surviving a Situationship

Ex-boyfriend number two.

What the hell?

Kyle looked down at me with the exact same cocky smirk I remembered.

Tall.

Confident.

Infuriatingly handsome.

Big cock.

“Well, well,” he said lazily, his eyes examining my face. “If it isn’t James.”

My brain malfunctioned.

I felt like that meme of the confused woman with mathematical equations floating around her head.

“What are the odds?” he added, clearly enjoying himself.

But I just stared at him like I had just seen a ghost.

Two exes.

In the same building.

NOPE!

NOPE!

I shoved past him.

“James—hey—” he called after me. But I was already running away.

I pushed through the crowd toward the entrance of the club, with my brain spiraling.

This has to be a coincidence.

I reached the front entrance⁠—

—and stopped dead in my tracks.

Standing near the door was a third familiar face.

Rick.

Ex-boyfriend number three.

He looked exactly the same as the last time I left: soft smile, easy eyes, and the kind of warmth that had always felt close to home.

He saw me and his face immediately brightened.

“James!” he said happily.

My entire body went cold.

What the actual fuck is happening?