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“And I apparently never had you,” Tatum told him. “There was nothing to lose.”
“Exactly,” he threw his hands in the air and ran them through his hair. “Nothing to lose. But I reacted and told a few lies. Then I had to let it go and called in a favor with Rhys Peyton, thinking I could at least try for my career. The job as the head coach at the university sure as fuck wasn’t happening. I was losing everything.”
“But you didn’t stop!”
“I haven't done anything but react to your wrath since the night I slept on your couch. Nothing.”
“By stalking us and telling me not to go into her apartment?”
“Excuse me?”
Pulling my phone out, I showed him the text he sent me in the app, and he turned white just like he did when he saw that picture.
“Fuck, I didn’t send that. I swear. The only time I followed either of you was when I went to the beach, thinking Tripp would be alone. But whoever sent that is probably the same person that drugged us, and the same person leaving notes and slicing tires. I crossed a few lines, but I didn’t do that shit.”
ChapterThirty-Eight
Tatum
Ibelieved everything Hunter said for some reason, but that only left me wondering who else was involved.
“You called a million times. Both of us. You knew we were together," I fought back with him.
“I assumed, but wasn’t sure. I had called Rhys and gotten into camp that day and you weren’t answering your phone. I'll admit that the idea of you two being together that night made me sick, but I didn't do anything about it. Just called. I really did get worried about you.”
"Made you sick? Because of me? Or because of him?”
Hunter picked a pillow up from the couch and threw it, his anger finally overflowing. “Him, Tay. I told you, after that night at the club, I thought maybe we stood a fucking chance. I didn't force myself on him; he let it happen. I knew he was drunk, but I had no idea we were drugged. I thought he would remember. And I’m sorry. I’ve said it before, and I will say it again. I’m fucking sorry for using you, and I will do anything to make it up to you.”
Embarrassment was taking over my whole body. Red skin, shaky nerves, and a rapid heartbeat. I felt like a pathetic mess, hearing that my boyfriend never even wanted me. That he was using me.
Hunter got hard just watching me kneel in front of Tripp, but it wasn’t because of me. It was because he wished it was him, kneeling for Tripp, ready to give him what he needed.
It may have been my own brand of twisted when it came to our fucked up situation, but I wanted to take my power back. "Seems you and I have a lot in common. We both have been on our knees for Tripp. We've both chosen him over each other."
"He chose you," Hunter tried placating me, seeing I was shaking with ire.
"He didn't just choose me. He's owned me. He's given me everything that you never could. You may not be responsible for all the twisted shit we've been facing, but you are guilty of wasting years of my life. Making me feel like I was the problem when it was you all along."
Before he could speak again, I turned back to face Tripp and shrugged. He could see the defeat in my eyes, the thrashing of my heart. Fuck, I was hurt.
Raising a hand for me, I placed mine in his, and he pulled me into his arms. "It's okay, baby. I'll make it better."
His lips skimmed my neck, and I moaned, tears threatening to fall.
Behind me, I could hear Hunter starting to move, clearly feeling like he was no longer welcome. But Tripp pulled away and held his hand up. “Stop.”
“What now?” Hunter sighed.
Tripp didn’t answer him. He looked down at me and caressed my cheek with his pointer finger. “Can he stay?”
My jaw dropped open as I realized what Tripp was getting at. My only response was a quick nod. With just the idea of Hunter staying, I could feel my strength seeping back into my pores.
“Stay,” Tripp gritted out at Hunter. “Sit down.”
“What the fuck?” Hunter asked, confused.
My chest was heaving with nerves. I couldn’t believe what Tripp was suggesting or that I was immediately on board. Maybe I didn’t think Hunter would actually stick around. But when I turned to face him, whatever he saw in my eyes made him submit, and he sat down in the chair by the window.
