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I moved to straddle him, his hard erection perfectly aligned under my aching pussy proving he was full of shit. “You’re going to regret this Zane Anderson. Mark my fucking words. And when you do, it’ll be too fucking late.”
He gripped my hips holding me in place, his fingers digging into my flesh like they never wanted to let me go. The fucking masochist ground me back and forth against himself, catching me by surprise as he leaned forward and whispered into the crook of my cleavage. He pressed a soft kiss against my right breast. He always went right.
“I know that baby. Doesn’t mean I’m changing my mind.”
* * *
“Avery!Oh my God we’re going to get mugged out here in the alley, or worse.” Chloe yells out, making me drift out of my daydream.
Tears prick my eyes at the memory of how Zane just threw us out like fucking trash, as if the week we spent by his side, in his arms, in his bed, meant absolutely nothing to him.
This was a feeling I was used to. Being lied to, used, abused, and then discarded like the worthless piece of shit I knew I was.
Didn’t mean this time hurt any less.
I open my eyes and look at my beautiful best friend. The only person I give a shit about and who loves me just as hard. It’s just the two of us forever and always and I’m perfectly okay with that.
“Don’t worry baby,” I murmur, reaching out to tuck a strand of her pretty blond hair behind her ear. “We’ll just go around the front and head back inside.”
She shakes her head pushing away from me. “Oh no, I’m done tonight. I just want to go back to our place, get the hell out of this outfit and take a long hot bath.”
My mouth turns up at the corners, a wicked smirk making its way onto my face as I picture exactly what she said. “Hmm, am I invited?”
A soft pink tints her cheeks and I fucking love how my girl still gets all flustered at the thought of us together. “Always baby you know that,” she mumbles under her breath, her doe eyes looking up at me beneath beautiful thick lashes.
“Let’s go then, we’ll deal with Brayden tomorrow night.”
I grab her hand and lead her down the alley, heading toward the back where the car Chloe’s mom bought her is parked. I usually have to fight her on whether to bring it since we live a few blocks away and are usually too hammered to drive, at least I am, but Chloe insists it isn’t safe for us to walk home alone in the middle of the night.
It’s earlier today than most nights, only half past midnight. We usually head home a little after three am on weekends, just after one on weekdays. But she’s right, tonight was a shitty ass night and I’m not in the mood to deal with any more handsy assholes.
I’ll deal with Brayden tomorrow and he’ll understand. His bar, which was already the hip place to be, doubled its clientele since the moment the two sexy ass chicks, AKA Alice and the Mad Hatter started behind the bar.
Yeah sure neither one of us is twenty-one yet and can man a bar, but thanks to our fake IDs, not that Brayden would care, we can.
A cool breeze brushes up my thigh and I feel Chloe scoot in closer to me, her arm wrapping around mine to keep steady. I’m the one who’s had plenty to drink tonight but still in this relationship, I’m the protector. I’d do anything for Chloe, and she damn well knows it.
To say Chlo hasn’t been the same since the day Zane threw us out of his house is a damn understatement.
My girl was heartbroken, sobbing nonstop for weeks before she stopped or ran out of tears to cry for the bastard. The worst part, she blamed herself. Didn’t understand where she went wrong or what she could have done to make him stay.
But I know the truth. Our time together with Zane was numbered. Over before it began. We were there to spend a week with him and when the week ended, so did the fantasy. I don’t believe Zane truly regretted everything that happened between us, but what he couldn’t deal with was the fact that he wanted it just as bad as us.
Morality is a cruel fucker who makes us question our choices, and second guess our actions.
It’s his own fucked up mind and demons he has to deal with. I’m not letting him do that at the expense of Chloe’s happiness.
He’ll come back to us when he’s ready, and I can’t guarantee we’ll easily turn him away like we swore to that night.
* * *
We drovefor no more than six minutes before arriving at our complex in downtown Gainesville. The night is cooling down but the humidity in the air is still going strong making my curls frizz and stick to my neck as we step out of the car.
This is nothing like California and I’m hating it. I make my way around to the driver side and help Chloe out as she struggles to stand on her heels.
“Ugh, why couldn’t we choose to work at a cute little boutique or even wait tables at a five-star establishment instead of some seedy college bar,” she whines but I know she knows the answer to her own question.
The tips wouldn't be the same.
