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He leans back against the door and crosses his arms over his chest. “And what did I lie about? Because I know it wasn’t about making you scream my name. The harder I sucked on your clit the louder you got.”
My panties grow wet from his voice and words. I do my best to ignore him and grab my phone off the bed, opening it to the picture of Elena.
“She’s still alive.”
He looks to the ceiling and mumbles something under his breath I can’t quite understand.
“She is.”
* * *
Nico
Goddamn, motherfucking Luis.
Couldn’t keep your dick in your pants when it came to Elena. I will never understand how you had this sexy, spitfire beneath your roof and ignored her for that coldhearted bitch.
My chest aches. For the first time in my adult life, I feel guilt for lying to someone. Not just anyone though. Lying to Scarlett. She deserves so much better that what Luis gave her. I could have been better for her.
I’m falling for her and even I’m not arrogant enough to lie to myself and say that it’s new. I’ve always loved Scarlett.
I took a step back because I thought my best friend loved her. What he really loved was her ability to adapt to his idea of perfection, a feat Elena could never match.
For the thousandth time, I wonder why I kept Luis’ secrets all these years. He didn’t deserve it. He didn’t deserve her.
I hate that I’m falling for her. I hate that Luis’ piss poor decisions hurt me because they hurt her. Even though I don’t want to, I have this deep seeded need to protect her and there’s only one way I can do that. I need to lay it all out on the table, no matter how badly it hurts her. She’ll never trust me if I don’t.
“How is she still alive?” she demands.
“She’s been alive the entire time.” I run a hand through my hair and reach in my pocket for a smoke. Anything to take the edge off. I light it and draw in a lungful, then blow it back out, offering it to Scarlett. She pushes my hand away.
“Answer my question.”
“I don’t think you want the answers, but let’s do this.”
I take one more hit before gripping the tip between my fingers to put it out. “Luis has been with Elena for years. Long before your parents died. After their deaths, he married you.”
She takes a menacing step forward. Her fiery red hair flowing in waves down her back and the emerald of her eyes flashing in the muted lights of the room. “Get to the part of the story I don’t know,” she hisses between her teeth.
“Fine. He married you but kept her comfortably to the side. Frankie was the result of a broken condom, at least that was Elena’s version, about three years into your marriage.”
She wraps her arm around herself. “Three years?”
“Yes, right around the time he started treating you like a proper wife and not some charity case.”
She takes a two steps back this time. “Seems like you know an awful lot about my marriage. More than I did.”
“I know everything,” I yell, frustrated that I’ve been put in this position.
“Yet, you keep lying to me.” Her voice rises to match mine.
“Yes,” I roar. “DO you really want to know how he preferred her pussy over yours? That every fucking night he was gone, he was in her bed making her come with his mouth and tongue?” I move toward her. The anguish on her face making my chest ache, but knowing this is the only way to keep her at arms length. “How about the stories he told me about destroyed hotel rooms because they couldn’t keep their hands off each other? Is that what you Fuckin’ want to know?”
She reaches behind her, grabbing the vase off the nightstand and hurls it into the wall.
Glass shards scatter across the floor. “Get out of my room. I never want to see you again.”
It’s exactly what I knew would happen when I pushed her. Makes it easier to not fall for you when she hates you.
