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I internally shrug.
He deserves it.
I’ve been miserable since our breakup. It only seems fitting it’s the same for him.
“Whatever. You know nothing,” I somewhat slur, realizing how much I’ve had to drink now that I’m standing, no longer supported by the barstool. “Better yet, maybe I should play games with you like you did me.”
He thrusts a hand through his hair. “Jesus Christ, you’re plastered.”
“That’s your fault.”
“My fault?I didn’t shove those drinks down your throat.”
“I never planned to drink this much, but I needed to erase the image of your baby mama, the one you were … whatever with behind my back, coming down fromyourapartment.” I struggle to keep my voice strong, and it cracks near the end. Heartbreak clutched at my heart when I saw Jessa.
He shakes his head. “What happened with Jessa isn’t what you think.”
I flick my hand through the air. “I don’t care. I’m leaving.”
“You’re not going home with that kid, FYI.”
“Excuse you,that’s where I live, FYI.”
He stands tall with his arms crossed. “You’re drunk. He’s drunk. Not happening.”
“I’ll sleep where I damn well please.” I tap my finger against my lip. “Hmm … maybe I should sleep with mynewroommate. This one might not break my heart.”
“Do you want to be responsible for that kid getting his ass kicked?” His pissed off glare lifts into a smile. “Not to mention, he’s too young for your liking.”
I want to slap that stupid smirk off his face. My head throbs, and the liquor is making its strike to my brain. “Where am I supposed to sleep then, huh?” I regret my question as soon as it drops from my lips.
“You can crash in the guest room.”
I release a cold laugh. “Oh, yes, that sounds like a blast. Maybe I can eat Jessa’s dinner to sober myself up. Is she still up there?”
“Jessa came overwith Molly, so I could visit withMolly. I don’t give a shit about Jessa. Barely spoke to her until after she pulled that shit. She said it to provoke you, and you fell for the bait.”
I scoff, “Whatever.”
“I’m already taking care of one kid, Sierra. Don’t act like that.”
“Screw you,” I hiss, turning and walking around the building. “I can’t believe I was dumb enough to fall for every word that came out of your lying mouth. I swear, it’s always the cute ones. Cute guys break your heart. I need to switch up my type, pronto.”
He grabs my arm, stopping me from walking back into the pub, and leads us toward the apartment. I don’t jerk away, but I do throw a string of curses alongside each step we make.
He releases me when we make it to the stairs, standing behind me, and blocking me from going back to the parking lot.
Fuck it.
I turn and stomp up the stairs. He remains quiet while following behind me as I swing open the door that leads to the apartment stairs, surprised it’s unlocked.
“You had me walking around, looking like a fool.” My stomps grow louder and harder when I make it to the apartment, my muttering continuing, “You’re like every man in my life—like my father, Devin—”
I’m abruptly cut off, and I yelp when Maliki grips my shoulders and twists me around to face him.
His face is inches away from mine, his dark eyes settled on mine. “Don’t you dare compare me to them.”
I shove him back, destroying our eye contact. He can’t witness my impending tears.
