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"Hell, yes this is good. It's kinda great. I've been napping in your bed every afternoon I'm at Diva House. I'm surrounded by your scent, your things. And Thalia is so damn boring." He groaned. I frowned. "I mean it. She's pretty, but I would rather have someone interesting in my life. Don't you agree?"
"I have three interesting people in my life who have been ignoring me." I frowned. "Why is everyone ignoring me?"
"I don't ignore you." He was confused since we saw each other all the time.
"You being in my space, jabbering on about your lady problems with my sorority sister when you are contracted physically to me, never touching me, never talking about...me. I...haven't really asked about you, though, either. Have I?" I winced.
"You know lots about Autumn now, though, right? I mean I only thought it was fair since you seemed to want to share your lady problems with me that I share mine with you." We were back at the parking space and his bike was literally behind where my car had been.
I looked over and said, "I'm sorry."
"Hey, you're in the clear now, so...back to training. We're friendly enough. We fuck, Holly. I'm not proposing when the timer runs out on this leash. 'Kay?" He tilted his head and I nodded. "So, catch ya later."
"Right." I smiled and hoped it didn't look super broken like my heart was feeling. I didn't love Winston...right? I didn't really love Stormy either. I knew that now. How could I when I didn't even know something as basic as his favorite color?
Winston winked and got out of my car. I shouted, "What is your favorite color?"
He said, "Black, like my heart." Then he laughed.
Awesome.
Autumn
I had something to lose from Holly walking away from our contract. A lot actually. I puffed out a breath and then decided maybe I would walk the two streets over and get a cupcake after all.
I answered the door and tried not to smile too hard or show the shock I was feeling. "Um."
"You've been avoiding me." Holly offered me a box from the bakery a couple streets over. They had so much amazing stuff in there, but none of it should be eaten on the regular. "I got this for you."
"You came all the way here to give me a cupcake I could literally walk ten minutes and get myself?" I was mad at her, and I wasn't a hundred percent sure why because my problem right now wasn't just with or about Holly. She was the catalyst, but the problem was me.
"Will you let me in? Talk to me?" She then let out some of her frustration by saying, "Or are you going to be just like the guys and shut me out?"
I let her in and when I closed the door I said, "You have no idea what it's like to be me."
"Tell me." She looked around the efficiency apartment and said, "This is really cute."
"Cute?" I snorted a laugh. "It's my home, Holly. Technically, it's the home of a friend's great grandma, but I needed a place, so I sublet it. Because I wasn't a pain in the ass, they let me stay when she died. It's rent controlled. I don't want to live in the dorms."
I pushed her hand away because she was reaching for me. I said, "No. I don't want or need that from you. Understand?"
She shook her head no and said, "I don't understand why calling it cute is a bad thing. It's small, but you've decorated it. I—I don't know what I'm doing here."
"Sure, you do. You came here because you are through your cycle and ready to be fucked." I was being mean and bitchy, but being around Holly was fucking me up. Being around all three of them like this was way worse than before when I was theoretically looking for a partner. And Storm. Hell, even watching her with Winston. I...had enough to deal with in that department.
She glared at me and said, "No. However, it is very apparent that everyone was tracking my cycle to see when I could be fucked again, so thank you. I see exactly where I stand with all three of you now. Clearly. This. I wanted this. I don't need it."
She walked over and picked up the cupcake box. Was she taking it back? I was almost proud of her for that.
Holly said, "And you don't need this."
I gasped and asked, "What the fuck does that mean?"
My ego taking a hit in a way it hadn't been punched in a long time, revealed I was not prepared for this.
"Nothing." She looked me up and down and said, "Had nothing to do with your body, but I understand you…thought it did. I get that. If I had half my ass out all the time, I'd need to watch my weight, too. But I have two men contracted to fuck me no matter what I look like and since they can't fuck anyone else, I'm pretty sure as long as I'm not bleeding, they'll find a way to get through it. You, on the other hand. Would you have wanted me if you showed up and I didn't look like me?"
"No." I felt my body flinch back as though I just slapped myself with my own words. She didn't even seem offended. "I mean..."
