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You should probably get some sleep.
I should, of course. But the fact was I was too excited. I didn’t feel tired in the least right now, not even after a hot shower. Maybe I could even get an hour or two of work done.
Slowly I brought the water to my lips and took a long, deep pull. Ice rattled musically against the glass as the cool liquid slid down my tired throat, refreshing me, rejuvenating me…
But then suddenly something shifted in the opposite chair.
“What the actualFUCK!?”
I leapt over the back of the couch so fast I spilled water all over myself. Scrambling away in fear and revulsion, the glass flew from my hands.
“Hello, Sloane.”
My heart caught in my throat. Drake was resting there in the shadows, seated casually in the loveseat. He had a beer in his hand instead of his usual glass of whiskey. Probably because I’d thrown his whiskey out.
“When exactly did you start drinking beer?” he asked.
He held the half-empty bottle between two fingers, while making his sour face. But my body was shaking with rage.
“What the HELL are you doing here?” I demanded.
“Waiting for you,” he replied casually.
I rushed him in a blur of movement that actually took him off guard. Snatching the bottle from his hand, I pointed to the door.
“GET OUT!”
Drake’s face crossed with the same look he always gave whenever I was doing something ‘annoying.’ He waved me off dismissively.
“This is my place as much as it is yours, Sloane.”
“It is not!” I spat.
“But this is my address,” he shrugged. “Has been for years. My name’s on the lease, right next to yours.” Triumphantly, he held up his keys. “And my key still opens the front door.”
“Yeah, well that’s my mistake,” I snarled. “I should’ve changed the locks.”
“You can’t change the locks,” Drake said matter-of-factly. “It’s against the law. I still live here.”
“You live with Jay, dickhead. You moved your stuff in with him.”
“Temporarily I did, yes.”
I was so pissed I couldn’t even speak. My whole body was trembling with fury and adrenaline.
“Look, I gave you your space,” he returned. “More than a week of space, actually. I know you’re angry about what happened, and I get that, but you never gave me a chance to expla—”
“Fuck your explanation,” I shouted. “Shove it up your ass.”
My ex-boyfriend opened his mouth to say something, then slowly closed it. He leaned back even deeper into the loveseat and folded his hands.
“Nice tree,” he said. “What happened to ours?”
“It got trashed when you trashed our relationship.”
He nodded as if he agreed with me. “Alright. I had that coming.”
“Actually scratch that,” I corrected myself. “Our relationship has been trashed for a long time now. I’m only just seeing it.”
