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“What? No, no, no. Of course, we will. This is just a minor issue.”
“I think your heart and mind are elsewhere…I think they always have been, actually.”
“Seriously?” I crossed my arms. “Because some psycho from my past shows up for one night and suddenly wants me again? That’s what makes you think that?”
“That, and the fact that some psycho sent me a text earlier today that said, “Her pu**y belongs to me.” I’m just now remembering that...”
I sighed and he walked over, kissing my forehead.
“If it’s a minor issue, and he doesn’t mean anything to you anymore, we can try again in a month.”
“A month?”
He nodded. “That way I’ll know for sure, and our phone sex will be twice as amazing since we won’t have had it in so long…Then, maybe we can upgrade to actual sex.”
I said nothing, and he walked out of my place.
I peeped through the blinds again, watching him disappear into the night, and then I noticed that Andrew was still standing outside.
Livid, I stomped down the steps and headed straight toward him. “Do you have any idea how much I hate you right now?”
“Hate isn’t something that can be adequately measured.”
“You just ruined the one great relationship I had in this city. You just made him dump me.”
“Good,” he said. “I did you a favor.”
“Is this how you’re planning on getting me to talk to you again?”
“Part of it.”
“It’s not going to work.” I pressed my finger against his chest, emphasizing every syllable. “I told you that you would have to f**king beg me, and since I know that’s not how you operate—”
“You don’t know how I f**king operate.”
“Are you going to walk me to the subway station every morning?”
“I have a f**king car.”
“Walk me back from rehearsals?”
“Same answer.”
“Actually treat me with some goddamn respect?”
He cupped my face in his hands. “If you give me a chance to…”
I stepped back, still angry. “I’m not holding my breath.”
Omission (n.):
Inadvertently leaving out a word, phrase or other language from a contract, deed, judgment or other document.
Aubrey
Subject: Brian-gate.
I’m not sure how many more times I’ll have to apologize for making your “boyfriend” dump you, but I am, in fact, sorry. Then again, maybe I should have waited until after you f**ked him so you could be more appreciative.
