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Aspen:She’s not a freeloader. Callie is my friend.
My lips shake as soon as I send the message. Sheismy friend. One of the few people I can call a friend, actually.
Wow. Look at me having a friend. Or reuniting with an old one or whatever.
There’s Nate, but our relationship has always been more of professional camaraderie. I did have a small friendship with a previous assistant in the firm named Nicole Adler and helped her with her custody case, but then she relocated with her boss to England and we don’t keep in touch often. At first, I helped her because I understood what it’s like to lose one’s child, but now I realize it was because she resembled Callie with her blonde hair and fair complexion.
Kingsley:Didn’t know that term was part of your life plan.
I basically punch back the reply.
Aspen:Are you going to piss me off for a few more minutes or will you tell me your reply?
Kingsley:My reply for what? Did you ask a question?
I didn’t, but I can almost hear the mockery in his voice. One of these days, I’m going to accidentally kill this bastard in pure voluntary manslaughter fashion.
Aspen:I said I’m alone.
Kingsley:I don’t see a question mark there. Do you?
Aspen:Stop being a dick.
Kingsley:What? I’m just asking an innocent question.
Aspen:Just come over before I reach into the phone and punch your balls.
Kingsley:*laughing out loud emoji* Your tough love is adorable.
Aspen:You won’t be thinking I’m adorable when you come here, asshole.
Kingsley:Who said I’m coming? Maybe I’ll channel the Aspen Leblanc in me and play hard to get today.
Is he for real?
I read and reread the text, and sure enough, the words are there.
Aspen:I don’t play hard to get.
Kingsley:Is that why you start bantering whenever you don’t want to say thank you out of concern of sounding emotional? Or the fact that you go out of your way to look aggressive in front of Nate and everyone else because God forbid they find out about us?
Aspen:You’re aggressive as well.
Kingsley:As a response to your behavior. Karma might be your beloved bitch, but pure spite happens to be mine, sweetheart.
Aspen:Does that mean you won’t be coming?
Kingsley:Add a please and I’ll consider it.
I’m foaming at the mouth as I stare at his words. I’m about to call him a thousand names, but I’m drunk—or getting there—and surrounded by a lonely halo that I need to vanish.
But I’m definitely not going to beg.
So I let my robe fall open and shiver at the gust of air that hardens my bare nipples. I pull one of them and snap a faceless picture that only shows me biting my lip, tugging on a pink nipple, and a hint of my lace panties.
My finger shakes as I hit Send, then type.
Aspen:Your loss.
