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“Lay it on me. Getting a yes from me will be more effortless than getting one from you.”
She nervously looks away.
“Spit it out. You asking for my firstborn?”
I’ve come to realize Chloe never asks anyone for anything. This must be important to her.
She takes in a quick breath. “Trey has a football game tomorrow. He asked me to invite you.”
That’s it? She’s nervous about a football game?The fuck?
“I’ll be there.”
She squints at me. “What? That was too easy.”
“Did you want it to be complicated? He has a football game. I don’t have plans. Why would I say no?”
She shrugs. “Kent never wanted anything to do with Trey or Gloria.” She frowns. “Sometimes, he acted like they were more of an inconvenience.”
I like kids and consider myself a good big brother. Trey seems like he can use a good big brother influence.
“Youstillhaven’t realized that Kent is an asshole? Him bailing on Trey’s games isn’t a surprise,” I say. “I don’t blame him for bailing. He didn’t like being reminded of how he couldn’t catch a football to save his life.”
“Oh my God, you’re terrible!”
A piece of pancake falls from her mouth when she snorts, and I laugh as she stares at me in horror. I shrug it off, not wanting her to feel uncomfortable about it, and she grabs her napkin to clean up her mess.
“In the beginning, it was a healthy relationship. He was a good boyfriend,” she says. “He wasn’t a cheater or so self-centered. Maybe it was a game to him. Men seem to enjoy games.” She throws me a dirty look.
“A boyfriend who can’t give you an orgasm isn’t a good boyfriend,” I counter.
“It wasn’t like thatevery time, only a few. Women don’talwaysget off, Kyle. Google it if you doubt me.”
I grab her empty plate, set it on top of mine, and place them on the nightstand. I don’t regularly leave dirty dishes in my bedroom, but I’ll take care of them as soon as we’re done with this stupid conversation about her lame-ass ex.
“A few times he didn’t give you an orgasm or a few times he did?”
She scowls and folds her arms across my tee she’s wearing. “I’m not talking about my old sex partner with my new sex partner.”
I hold my hand up. “Please do not refer to me as your new sex partner again.”
“Then, what would you like me to refer to you as? My booty call? My neighbor dick?”
I start counting out the names on my fingers. “The guy who gives you the best orgasms. Your favorite dick. The guy you arekind ofdating but don’t want to admit it. Refer to Kent as your sex partner all you want—your inadequate sex partner—but not me.”
She rolls her eyes. “Don’t be so mean.”
“Don’t defend a chump, and I won’t be.”
“He was the only guy who’d speak to me after what you did, you know.”
I gape at her. “Wow. Did you know he never once stood up for you in the locker room? In fact, not to hurt your feelings, but he cracked plenty of jokes at your expense. Plenty.”
She waves off my information. “He was a stupid high school boy. We didn’t start dating until after college.”
“He gets to be astupid high school boy, but I’m fucking Satan?”
“The rumors started because of you.” She fixes her stare on me but isn’t as pissed as she normally is when we talk about this. Hurt is clear on her face, but now, there’s a thin layer of understanding. She’s lowering her walls, trusting me, and finally giving me a chance to explain myself. “You could’ve changed everything and stopped your friends andgirlfriendfrom making my life miserable.”
