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She looked over her shoulder and sighed, as if she was glad to see me. What the hell is she on? “Oh, it’s you. Come on in. Can you wait for a bit? The underwire of this bra is poking the shit out of my underboob,” she said, walking into what looked like an open closet.
“I didn’t need to know all that,” I said to myself as I looked around the small room. With two couches, a mini fridge and a television.
I sat down on the couch and took a glance at her body as she tried to fix something in her bra, in nothing but her innerwear, the dress spilling around her heels. I had seen her in a bikini hundreds of times whenever she stayed over at Emma’s and I was there. So, it wasn’t a surprise to see her feel comfortable enough to be half-naked in my presence.
But I wasn’t expecting that.
Those hickeys. On her cleavage and stomach. I didn’t know when I stood up and walked closer until I could see her perfect ass in nude underwear. The ass that I had spanked and bit last week.
It was her.
The woman… the brat I slept with.
What the fuck?
“Oh, hi, can you help me zip this up?” She smiled at me, looking so innocent, her voice soft, as if she didn’t realize that it was me who had edged and fucked her hard.
I said nothing when she turned around. My hand was shaking, but I clenched it and helped her with the zipper, her hair falling on her back as she thanked me.
If she’s the same woman, then were the rumors true? Did she have a threesome? Did I not fuck her hard enough?
I closed my eyes shut. I should know better than to trust those rumors.
“I’m sorry for the spill. I would offer to dry clean it, and I don’t think any of these dresses would fit you for the rest of the night.”
“No.”
“Yeah. Thought so. I’ll pay for the dry cleaning, don’t worry,” she shrugged and was about to walk away when I held her arm.
“Do you always go around spilling things on people?” I asked, angry at her.
Why did she have to be the one person I felt comfortable with after years of not having sex?
“What do you mean?” She frowned at me. “Of course not! I just… people just walk into me sometimes.” Of course, they did. It wasn’t because she was a fucking klutz.
“Where did you get those hickeys from?” I asked, my voice deep and low.
Her cheeks slashed with color, and she pulled away from my touch. “It’s none of your business.”
“So you slept with your co-stars.”
“Shut up, Damon,” Summer snapped, shaking her head at me. “I didn’t, but you’ll believe the worst of me, anyway. I don’t have time for this right now.”
She was about to leave, but I asked her again, “Then tell me the truth.”
Summer looked over her shoulder and said, “I had a one-night stand.”
“Of course, you did.” I clenched my jaw. “Was he good to you?” Was I enough?
“Yes, he was way better than you and your kiss,” she said, walking away, her heels clacking against the marble.
I closed my eyes and pinched the bridge of my nose. “Fuck.”
I signed some checks and thanked the organizers with a fake smile before ignoring the actress who kept flirting with me, slipping a key for her hotel room in my pocket. I stared at Summer for the last time, our eyes meeting briefly before I rushed out of the damn hall.
Tugging at my tie, I breathed in the humid air. I needed to make sure my eyes weren’t playing things on me.
The entire drive to my penthouse, I kept thinking how it couldn’t be her. She was Summer after all. We had hate at first sight. At least, I did, seeing the grinning girl in braces making cookies with my sister and making her laugh. It had been years since I saw Emma laugh like that, and I was young and stupidly jealous that she was fine living with Mom, who never ever cared about me while I suffered alone with Dad and Drake.
