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He tweaked my nose.

“No, you don’t. How about a blowjob for the road?”

“How—dare you ask me for a blowjob!” I hissed, shoving his hands away and grabbing frantically for my clothes.

“I never want to see you again!”

“Lies, Sosie,” he taunted. “Don’t overreact about this.”

“It’s not a lie. I swear to God I’m blocking your number.”

He still had that cocky smile on his face that I wanted to smack off.

“I’m not done with you.”

“But I’m done with you,” I retorted, and that stupid wedding rehearsal dress had to go back on, feeling stiff and horrible after spending all night on the floor.

“I’ll get it from you—whenever I please. Just remember that. You still belong to me.”

“Bastard,” I said with loathing.

He only shrugged, and tapped on the door with one hand as I left.

“See you at the wedding, songbird.”

Chapter Three

Present day

“Hello, Sosie,” Granger said.

Fucking cool as a cucumber. Like he hadn’t pounded me through the mattresses the last time he’d seen me.

Like he hadn’t cheated on the very night of his wedding. Had Pippa ever had any idea?

“Back here for a visit?”

I felt hot pink-pricks of sweat on my throat and chest.

He hadn’t even known I was coming back. He obviously didn’t think about me at all.

What if he thought I was coming back because I was still in love with him or something equally embarrassing?

I’d had to stand through their entire wedding, his cum still rolling in drops down my legs, my entire cunt aching from how hard he’d taken me, and smile. Pretend like everything was all right.

Like this was the greatest love story of the century, a man with no name and a fiddle marrying the town’s heiress.

Instead of my worst nightmare.

I had barely been able to look Pippa in the face.

I’d slept with her new husband. I’d let him fuck me up and down and in more positions than I’d known existed.

And in the end he’d rejected me. That would teach me to trust a handsome man.

Pippa said, “She’s the featured flute player this summer.”

“Ah,” Granger said, twining his arm around Pippa’s neck, draping his hand casually over her shoulder. “I didn’t know you played the flute, Sosie.”