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"He doesn't want them, Sash," I say, walking into her room and dropping down on the end of the bed.
"Maybe not, but he still has them."
"I hate to break it to you, but I've seen you with a few guys that haven't been Channing as well."
"Can’t' beat 'em, join 'em." She blows out a long breath. "It was just to hurt him. To see if me being with others affected him as badly as seeing him with the girls did me."
"It does," I state, knowing that if he feels for Sasha even an ounce of what I do for Mia, then it rips him apart every single fucking time.
"Can I?" I nod to her tin.
"Bex," she warns.
"This isn’t my first rodeo, Sash. I know what I'm doing." I think back to my darkest days in Sterling Bay, and I wonder just how true those
words are.
But right now, it's either this, or I go downstairs, rip Mia away from that cunt and make sure that he never leaves the motherfucking room again. But I already know one of those can't happen, so…
I take the tin from Sasha's outstretched hand and pop it open.
"Thanks," I mutter, picking two out and throwing them back.
Let the oblivion begin.
18
Mia
The next day, Cade acts like nothing is wrong, but I note the way he suffocates me with attention. He was waiting for me outside my dorm this morning with a smirk on his face. A dark smile full of promises. He held my hand a little too tightly and insisted on walking me right to each class and making a show of kissing me goodbye.
It’s like he’s unravelling. Becoming more possessive and angrier.
“You can let her eat, man,” Channing says, and Cade practically growls at him.
We’re sitting in their private dining room, having lunch. Cade has me pulled close into his side, his arm draped over my shoulder as he eats his taco salad.
Bexley glances over but quickly averts his eyes. He’s pissed. It radiates off him like a forcefield, but I don’t blame him. I blew him off yesterday and gave him little to no explanation why.
God, this sucks.
I pick at my food, but my appetite is nonexistent.
“You should eat something,” Sasha says as if she can hear my thoughts.
“We could always go for another picnic,” Cade whispers against my ear, except he doesn’t whisper at all. He says it loud enough to make sure everyone hears.
“Picnic?” Ashton snorts. “I bet the only thing on the menu was pussy sandwich.”
“Pig,” Sasha mutters over the guys’ laughter. But Bexley isn’t laughing. He looks murderous. I risk meeting his eyes, silently pleading with him not to make a scene, but he drops his glare, my stomach falling right along with it.
“We had some fun.” Cade smirks at me, and I want nothing more than to stab my fork through his eye. “Right, babe?”
Just then his cell vibrates, and he drops his arm from my shoulder and digs it out of his pocket.
“I need to take this,” he says, leaving the table. I let out a small breath. I’ve gotten good at holding my breath whenever he’s around. Walking on eggshells and waiting for whatever bomb he’s about to drop next.
I try to catch Bexley’s eye again, to reassure him that nothing has changed between us, but he won’t look at me.
