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“You can come in and use Emerie’s office while we bake. It’s where the dogs stay while I’m working.”
“Putting me in the dog house?” he drawls.
“You probably belong there.”
He huffs a laugh as he checks his phone. “No service.”
“Yep.” I lace my tone with sarcasm.
“It’s so dangerous to live alone in such a remote area. What if something happened to you?” The anger and accusation in his voice catches me off guard.
“Then I’m fucked.” I shrug my shoulders. “It’s not like there are tons of people who would miss me. Emerie. Lars. The animals.”
“That’s it, huh?” A muscle along his jaw clenches and unclenches. “Poor Violet has a sad life.”
“Fuck you.” I latch onto anger to keep the tears at bay. “Seriously. Fuck you all. Why are you here? To start tormenting me again? To make me feel like shit because I probably haven’t accomplished half of what you have because I’ve just been surviving for the past four years?”
“Focus on the road,” he says dismissively. “We’ll talk when we can all sit down together.”
“Can’t wait,” I mumble with an eye roll.
Forty-seven minutes of silence later and I’m directing him into the offices with the dogs. I write out the wifi password on a post-it and walk away wordlessly. Imagine thinking you were important enough to randomly hunt down a person from your past and think you mattered enough to judge how they’re living their life.
Arrogant fucking assholes.
Emerie’s eyes widen as I come storming into the kitchen. She watches me curiously as I rip an apron off the hook and tie it on so forcefully you’d think I was trying to punish myself. I go right to the warming drawer where we keep our bread as it rises.
Pulling out a bowl of country white, I punch it down before turning the bowl over and letting the dough plop against the surface. All the frustration of the past twenty-four hours comes out as I knead the bread using the heels of my palms. It’s so presumptuous for them to walk back into my life like this. It’s not even walking back into my life, it’s kicking the door down and demanding all my attention.
“If you knead that bread anymore I’ll have to toss it. Stand down and talk.” She raises an eyebrow as I look up at her.
“Sorry.” I step back and wipe flour off my hands.
“Who’s in my office with the dogs?”
“An old . . .” I pause mid sentence, unable to find the right definition for what he is. “Friend. From Colorado.”
“Oh?” her voice raises in question. “You don’t seem happy about it.”
“I’m not. He’s a pig-headed asshole.” I make sure to say it loud enough for him to hear.
“Violet,” she scolds.
“I know but honestly I’m just so frustrated. I don’t know why they’re here. What they want from me.” Their pound of flesh probably, just to soothe their egos because I ran from them. Hid from them.
“There’s more than one?”
“Three.” I nod. “West, Cody, and Blake. I grew up with West. Our moms were best friends. I had a very short-lived thing with Blake. Cody is their best friend.”
I’m omitting a lot, but how would I even try to describe what they confessed to wanting four years ago? That they all wanted me despite treating me like actual trash for years. West declaring his undying love for me. The more time that went by, the more I convinced myself it was all another game. Another way for them to fuck with me.
I don’t need them.
And I don’t need their love.
ChapterTwenty-Four
Iwake up moaning to the sensation of Cody’s mouth wrapped around my rapidly hardening cock. I pull the sheet to the side so I can watch him bob up and down, his golden hair catching the sunlight streaming in through the window. I grip his head and thrust deep into his throat, tensing as he groans around my length.
