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I’ve got nowhere to go, but I stand tall.
“Juliet, I liked the sex. I liked the fact I could lose control with you and be someone I thought I wanted to be. But funnily enough, being with you proved to me that that man was a complete jackass.”
“You don’t mean that,” she says with a firm shake of her head.
“Yes, I really do,” I reply firmly. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner, but honestly, I didn’t think you’d care.”
“Of course I care,” she cries. “How could you think I don’t? I’ve been fucking you for the past three months!”
I sigh because this is all it comes down to—sex.
“Did you know I was once engaged?” I question, watching the shock pass over Juliet’s face.
“No, I did not,” she confesses, her composure slipping.
“Did you know that I’ve loved the Yankees since my father took me to my first game when I was eight years old?”
She lowers her eyes and shakes her head.
“Does that answer your question?” I ask. “But to be fair, there are things aboutyouthat I should know but don’t. And that’s because I never asked you. And that’s because—”
“You never cared,” she finishes for me, completely in step with what I’m saying.
“Juliet—” But she cuts me off.
“Forget it, Dixon. I get it. I don’t need you canoodling me or giving me some pep talk. I’m fine. It was fun, but we’re done. I get it,” she spits, straightening her shoulders and staring me straight in the eye. “Goodbye. It was nice knowing you.” She storms forward, cocking her head, silently telling me to move.
I could try to smooth things over, but what would be the point? I have no intention of ever seeing her again, and it wasn’tlike I ever had feelings for her. So with that thought in mind, I step aside, and she yanks the door open, making sure to slam it shut behind her.
Well, that was a little dramatic, but I never expected anything less from her.
Letting out a deep breath, I walk to the kitchen, desperate for a much-needed scotch to deal with Hurricane Juliet.
I’m not sorry this has happened; quite frankly, I’m relieved. I know that probably makes me a heartless bastard, but dragging this on for a second longer would make me afuckingheartless bastard. I down the contents of my drink, and just as I pour myself another, there’s a knock on my door.
Silently cursing, I throw back my scotch, knowing I will probably need another hit. When a knock sounds once again on my door, I groan because if Juliet is standing out there, I just might slam the door shut in her face. Madison will be here any minute, and I really don’t want Juliet to be standing in my apartment, half nude, when she arrives.
“What?” I bark, opening the door with force.
“Fuck you, too,” Hunter says, looking totally bored as he leans against the doorjamb, glancing at his watch. “What took you so long? Are you baking brownies and listening to Michael Bolton while you get ready for your slumber party?” he says, pushing off the doorframe and shoving past me.
“Hi, Hunter. Please, won’t you come inside,” I sarcastically quip, shutting the door behind me. “What are you doing here?” I ask, following him as he walks into my kitchen and helps himself to a beer.
“I was bored,” he replies with a shrug. “All my friends are supposedly busy, so I thought, what the hell, I’ll go annoy my best friend.”
“That’s a lovely story,” I say, “but Madison will be here any minute now. So how ’bout you go annoy Finch?”
“Hell no,” Hunter scoffs, taking a sip of beer. “I predict here will be a lot more fun than over at the Millers’. And besides, I wanna meet Cherry Pie.”
When I roll my eyes, Hunter faux gasps. “What? Are you ashamed of me?” He bites his knuckle, pretending to cry.
Scoffing at his melodramatics, I press. “Hunt, I’m serious. You gotta go.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re right, I am ashamed of you,” I reply with a grin.
Hunter mockingly laughs at my comment but doesn’t take offense as he boosts himself up to sit on my kitchen counter, happily sipping his beer. I know he’s not going to leave without some form of bribery, so I rack my brain, wondering what I can use to entice him.
