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Or maybe I want a new life alone.
Redix turns my chin for his kiss, the one that reaches in and cradles my soul. I whimper at our truth, tears springing up to feel his passion swirling with hate. But we can still do this. Our love is stronger.
Silas kisses my lips, his tongue greeting my tender clit, and I groan into Redix’s mouth at Silas’s lavish attention. Silas is everything good, and I cherish him. I’ll always be here for him.
The two men start claiming me for the two nights they’ve promised, and it overwhelms my heart, my sex weeping to know…
How did we get here?
CHAPTER TWO
exile (feat. Bon Iver) by Taylor Swift
Months before…
“Hello, my name is Redix, and I’m an alcoholic.”
“Hi, Redix,” the group sitting in a circle of chairs replies.
My hands wrap around my paper cup of coffee as I lean forward to share.
“I… uh.”
How the fuck do I say this?
I can memorize pages of lines. I can win a Golden Globe acting like a rockstar in an orgy. Or a surfer staring down a monster wave. Hell, I even know every Taylor Swift lyric because she’s hella talented, and I did a music video for her.
But talk about my shit?
Nope.
It’s been two months, and the words are boulders in my throat. Stuck.
There are no secrets in this group.
Hell, it’s secrets that got me here in the first place. I’ve been sober, my second time around, for seventeen months and ten days, and brutal honesty is the reason why.
I stare at the white linoleum floor. The smell of the Christmas tree in the corner, my coffee, some guy’s strong cologne, and the words I can’t say hang in the air.
Because if I share this secret, more lives get ruined.
And that’s just what I need. To add another name to the list of—How Redix Dean Fucked Up My Life—people I’ve hurt.
“Redix,” Mike, the guy who guides our meeting, offers, “we’re here to listen if you need to share.”
Oh, I need to share.
I need to yell. I need to punch a wall, concrete preferably. I need to smash everything I own before I burn it all because I’m so fucking pissed at Cade. I made her leave two months ago and haven’t seen her since.
She left me no choice. What she did makes my life hell again. And when it’s hell, it’s hard staying sober. And I have to stay sober because I’m dead the next time I put a bottle to my lips.
And just to mind fuck me on the daily.
Our fight keeps looping in my mind. It keeps breaking my heart all over again…
“You had no right!”
It thundered from my soul. Tears fell from her eyes and the home I bought for us… it fell around us, too.
