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And just like that, I fall in love with him all over again—not.
“Spending my money without permission, lying, cheating on me, and then spouting a few throw-away words? What exactly do you take me for? Do you think I’m dumb enough to fall for it?”
“Hey!” the blonde yells from the bedroom. “I gave you head on the chairlift!”
Ew.
Scott lets out a heavy sigh as he closes his eyes. Yeah, dude, you’re fucked.
“I’m out,” I announce once I’ve gotten to my feet again. I march toward the door, but skid to a stop when something catches my eye.
A brand-new snowboard propped against the wall. I have to admit, it’s beautiful, with its blue and green snowy design against a white backdrop. Then it clicks—this isthesnowboard. The one he bought with my money without so much as asking. The very catalyst that brought me to this fateful moment in the first place. I point to it while giving the cheating wonder a questioning look.
“Where did this come from?” I ask. I know the answer, but I want him to admit to it.
“I… bought it.” He twitches and shrugs.
“Why would you buy something—something that obviously cost a lot of money—instead of paying me back what you owe me?Oh… wait. You didn’thavemoney to pay me backorbuy this lovely snowboard. In fact, according to my credit card statement, I bought it, you piece of shit!” I scream again, holding nothing back.
Without hesitation, I grab the snowboard from against the wall and tuck it under my arm and try to jimmy the door open.
“Hey! You can’t take that!” Scott protests, lunging at me and making grabby hands at the snowboard.
I shove at him, and without meaning to, whap him with one end of the snowboard. Not planned, but hey, it worked out in my favor as it got him right on the elbow, making him wince and stumble back. Pussy.
“From what I understand,” I hoist the board up like I intend to wield it like a weapon, “since I paid for it, Ican.”
With that, I yank the door open and inelegantly maneuver the snowboard through it, smacking it against the doorframe before finally getting it through, taking utter delight in Scott’s cries and protests.
Slamming the door behind me, I heave a breath and hitch the snowboard higher before I take off toward my car. I pop the trunk, intent on throwing the bad omen of a snowboard into it with a crash, before I think better of it. Returning it for a full refund might be out of the question since it’s custom, but if I have any hope of getting money out of this thing, I better keep it in good shape, no matter how much joy it would bring me to set fire to it and throw it off a cliff.
I arrange it gingerly in my trunk, just as the lid comes down on my back while I’m bent over.
“Motherfucker!” I screech out before standing up and slamming the lid.
Yes. Tomorrow, I’m hocking this thing. But first, it’s time to get very,verydrunk…
CHAPTER2
Kyle
Ithink I’m in love.
I know that’s an odd thing to think about someone I haven’t even been introduced to yet, but seriously, I’m enamored with the dark-haired beauty with sea-glass green eyes. The way she attempted to confidently strut into the bar, like she’d just finished a long day of taming the hounds of hell, was fucking hot. She stumbled a bit when she power walked into a chair, sending it skidding, and it was adorable to watch her push it back to the table without so much as a blush on her pale cheeks, like this happens every day. From there, she pulled her plum-colored beanie off her head and smoothed a hand down her chestnut locks.
I try to keep my attention on the conversation the guys are having about the latest Marvel movie and whether we should try out the newest fantasy card game, but I can’t help letting my gaze wander up to the bar where a perfectly tight, jean-clad ass is perched on a stool as its beautiful owner gestures wildly with her hands at the older woman sitting next to her. She’s clearly pissed in the cutest of ways as she crinkles her forehead, squints her eyes, and knocks over a plastic cup of straws when she waves her hand off to the side.
Her companion listens attentively, nodding while she twirls a pendant on the end of her necklace. The beauty continues to yammer on as she slides off the stool, swaying slightly and giving me another great view of her butt while she bends over to scoop up the straws. She stumbles just a little as she reaches for the last one before standing to her full height (I’m guessing about five foot six with those boots).
She dumps the straws in a nearby trash can, again, like it’s no big thing, and continues her emotionally charged narrative. She lets out one final huff and drops her head back before tipping it forward again and looking at her elderly friend, who’s rolling her eyes and shaking her head at her plight.
Every graceless move she’s made tonight plays in slow motion, and after a while, I can’t hide how transfixed I am. Especially when she hiccups while ordering her third 7&7.
“Dude.” My buddy Adam nudges me.
I turn my head in his direction, and my eyes reluctantly follow. “Huh?”
“Forget it, man. She’s out of your league.” The buzzkill takes a sip of his beer.
