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Whenthe elevator arrives at my floor,Ifollow the two women out.ThecloserIget to my room, the heavier my feet get.I’monly halfway down the corridor when the second elevator dings and the doors open behind us.
“Devon!”Beaubellows.Iturn, a part of me relieved that my trek to my room has been interrupted.
Howthe fuck did he find me, though?WhenMattsteps out behind him,Ilevel a glare at him.Hisimpassive expression doesn’t change.Fuckingtraitor.
“What,Beau?Whatthe fuck’s your problem?”Iask him.
Hestorms toward me. “Whatthe hell do you think you’re doing?”
Iforce a smirk and wrap my arms around the two women. “Whatdoes it look like?”
“Soyou blow everything up forShae, and a week later, you’re back to screwing groupies?”
“Isn’tthat what you wanted?Whoelse shouldIbe screwing?”
Beau’seyes narrow. “Howdo you thinkShaewould feel about this?”
“Ican’t imagine she’ll feel anything about it.”I’mfeigning nonchalance because imaginingShaehurt by this ties my insides up in knots.
Beaushakes his head, making a sound of disgust. “Thenyou don’t know her very well, do you?”
Iglare at him. “IguessIdon’t.You’veknown her longer, right?Lovedher longer?”
I’vedropped my arms from around the women and stepped forward.They’rewhispering restlessly behind me, butIignore them.SodoesBeau.
“Shefound me after you left.Iwas at a club.Ihadn’t been home,”Beausays.
Despitemyself,I’mdesperate to hear more, even if it twists the knife deeper. “Whatdid you talk about?Missedopportunities?HowIscrewed you both over?”
“Shewanted answers.Younever told her about the pact.SoIdid it for you.”
Thewomen get more insistent, pressing themselves up behind me and running their hands over my back and chest.Itake another step away from them. “Howdid she react?”
“Howdo you think?Shewas hurt.Sheleft.”
Beauhas come closer, and now we’re face to face, staring each other down. “Youjust let her walk away?”
Hejabs his finger into my chest. “Youfucking walked away.Youwalked away from her.”
Ishove his finger away.Ionly left so they could get what they always wanted.BeforeIcrashed their party and fucked it all up for them.Andnow, for some reason, even though he got the girl, he’s trying to cock block me.Iturn my back on him and make for my room, unconcerned about whether the women follow me—part of me hoping they won’t.Butof course they do, hustling to catch up.
Beaugrabs my bicep in a hard grip beforeIcan get my keycard out.
Iturn in a rush, pushing him back. “Whatthe hell is your problem?”
Hesneers. “Youare.Youscrewed me over when we were kids.Nowyou’re screwingShaeover.Wheredo you get off being so fucking selfish?”
Eventhough the words have been running around my head for months, hearing them fromBeau’smouth sucks the air from my lungs.
Don’tbe so selfish,Devon.It’snot always about what you want.
I’dheard those words over and over growing up.AnytimeIwantedMomto spend time with me, to play.Reada book.Helpme with my homework or just to not fucking leave me on my own.Andin the end, she gave me away.
Redwashes my vision.I’msick and fucking tired of being called selfish for wanting something, one goddamn thing, for myself.
Itake a swing atBeau, but the alcohol has made me slow, and he jerks back just in time.Thenhis fist is heading toward my face, his knuckles clipping my chin.
Theexcited shrieks from the women remind me that we have witnesses.ButIdon’t care.I’msure at least one of them is recording this.Butthe anger is too strong.AtBeau.AtShae.Atme.
