Page 34 of Heart of Sin


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“Yes.”

That’s all. She says nothing else. No explanation. No apology. Not even an ounce of fucking remorse.

“Money problems,” I say. “That what this about? How much you need?”

“This isn’t about money.”

“Then what’s it about?”

“I told you it was temporary—”

“BULLSHIT!” I yell. My rage returns, my fist crushing my phone in my grasp. “Bullshit, Tasha! You’ve been as into me as I’m into you! Don’t even fucking go there. So what’s the matter? You scared? You running away ‘cuz you refuse to let yourself be happy?!”

“I don’t know what else you want me to say. We had fun. Our relationship ran its course. I’m ready to move on.”

None of this makes sense.

Why is she doing this?! There’s a coldness to her voice—the same type of icy tone she used the first night I made my offer at the Dollhouse. It’s like she’s reverted back.

In this moment, she’s a whole different woman. She’s not my kitty cat. The sweet girl I got to know.

She’s in boss bitch mode.

But why?!

“Tasha, tell me what the hell it is,” I say. “It has to be something.”

Pause.

“I can’t.”

“So there is something! What is it? If you need—”

“It’s over,” she snaps, even more harshly. “I have a new offer. A guy who’s going to pay me twice as much as you. I go where the money goes. You know this.”

“You’re lying. Tasha, you’re fucking lying! Why are you doing this? Tasha!”

Click.

The line goes dead.

I fall silent, listening to the dial tone beeping in my ear. All the different things I’ve been feeling disappear, replaced by shock.

Tasha broke up with me. We’re over.We’re really over.

THIRTEEN

Tasha

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“Vixen, you sure you’re good?”Amaryllis asks, eying me with a raised brow.

I snatch the shot of Patron off the bar counter and toss it back. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“You usually don’t drinkbeforeyou hit the stage.”

“Tonight’s different.” I shrug and drum my fingernails against the counter, hoping to catch Quinton’s attention again. One more can’t hurt.

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