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“Wow, he’s scary when he’s angry,” she says.
“Tell me about it. I thought he was going to rip her head off at one point. I think I would’ve let him.”
“He’s not as bad as he makes out, you know. And I’m totally excluding him getting you arrested, of course. I still want to hurt him for doing that, but he’s different with you. More intense. Like,waymore.”
“We don’t exactly bring out the best in each other. He said he has his reasons for getting me arrested. Can you believe that?” I roll my eyes. “All bullshit, of course.”
“There’s no defence.”
“That’s what I told him. He blames me, but I feel like there’s more to it than that. It’s not normal behaviour, is it?”
“Do you mean that’s the cover up reason?”
I nod. “I just don’t know what the real reason could be. He’s hardly one to volunteer information.”
“I can imagine.”
Though, he says a lot when we’re about to get it on. That’s either telling me what he thinks I want to hear, what will get him laid, or he’s being open and honest. It’s like drunk talking; it could go either way.
Freya and Casper get on quite well, but she doesn’t often understand his reasons. Probably because they only ever make sense to him. Something Reggie has attested to.
You can’t be of sound mind and think you can get people arrested because they do something you don’t like. He’s an adult using the cops to get him out of trouble, probably paying them to make things disappear or to turn a blind eye.
That’s what happened with me, I’m certain. He was in control the whole time. I wasn’t going to walk away with a permanent record, but that doesn’t mean he’s off the hook. I should probably report him, but how quickly would that get buried, and what consequences would fall on me? I can fight with Casper, but I can’t fight his money.
“Has he said anything to you?” I ask.
This is the first time I’ve ever asked her what he says about me. Before the sex encounters and the arrest incident, I never cared enough. I feel like I’m fourteen again, trying to find out if my crush likes me. But it’s not quite like that with Casper. At least I don’t think it is. We’ve been too awful to each other to figure out if Ilikehim or if it’s just lust. My anger is still too raw to work through that one. To be honest, I just want to shove it aside for now. Unhealthy, but it’s not like Casper and I are anything else.
“He’s not exactly one to spill his feelings, but when it comes to you, he’s tight-lipped. Like, locked and thrown away the key. I’ve asked him before why he messes with you. Obviously, he wants in your pants. He’s completely obsessed with getting you naked.”
My heart misses a beat. Maybe even two. “He hates me because I didn’t sleep with him when we first met.”
She shrugs. “I couldn’t tell you. Maybe. Probably. I’m sure that was a big dent to his big ego. He’s rich and gorgeous and so not used to women turning him down.”
“It just seems so ridiculous that he’d hold a grudge for nearly three years over it. Considering our friends are friends, wouldn’t you think he would get over it? Or even pretend it never happened?”
She refills our wine glasses long before we even reach half empty. “He doesn’t really do things like most normal people, hon.”
I’ve found that out the hard way.
“How do you feel about him?” she asks. Her question is loaded, and I know she’s asking so much more. It’s a complicated question, and one I don’t yet have an answer to because it depends entirely on which Casper I get.
“What do you mean?” I ask, stalling for time.
“Well, you’re arguing one minute, and the next you seem to get on. He was amazing with the break-in, right? That has to count for something. You don’t go the extra mile for someone you hate. You make sure they’re not dead, then pass it on to their friends and family.”
“Believe me, how he was the night of the break-in is the only reason I still give him the time of day.”
That and… you know, the big cock thing.
“Think he’ll be nice tonight?” she asks.
I blink twice. What? “Tonight?”
“The party at their place…”
Oh, shit. “Right. I don’t know.”
