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Am I strutting in red high heels, walking down the sidewalk with a bag full of dildos?
Yes.
Am I about to kill an NFL quarterback with the kinkiest fuck of his life?
Yes.
Am I freezing my ass off, hiding a see-through, French maid’s lingerie outfit under a black leather trench coat I had to borrow from my pissed-off sister?
Yes.
And was I secretly in love with Beau Bronson in college, so I had to hate him to survive, watching him date my roommate andfriend?
Yes.
The truth is, Beau’s the one who froze my heart. And my panties. And my bras. I found them suspended in ice several times in our freezer during college.
That’s how we handled our attraction. We tortured each other. We hated each other. If we were mean to each other, then it wouldn’t hurt.
Because I would never betray a friend and Beau was so codependent on Reese, it was almost sweet if it wasn’t so damn unhealthy. Poor Reese had more damaged baggage than the lost and never found at LAX airport. And Beau was determined to fix her.
It wasn’t love.
It was a losing game.
I punched Beau’s dick because I knew he was going to break up with her. After the night Beau and I shared. After he told me his secret. After we confessed our attraction, I let him see my real side that night. The tender side. The side that cared. The side with a broken heart. The woman who wanted to be with him, but I’d never do that to a friend. So, the next night, I knew the look in his eyes when Reese returned to campus after her weekend home.
Guilt. Desperation. Resolve.
Beau was going to break up with her so we could be together. He was going to confess our sin, our attraction, but no. Reese was too fragile. We were three weeks from graduation, and timing was everything.
I thought it was funny, the ADDICTED TO PORN bumper sticker he put on my car. I drove around for a week wondering why guys were honking at me and why a woman shouted out of her window that she was going to pray for me. That’s when I realized what he did.
So I put a TRUST ME, I’M STONED sticker on histruck, and it was hilarious when he got pulled over. But I acted pissed off.
I punched his dick about ten seconds before he was going to hurt Reese.
He sat on her bed in our dorm room, fidgeting, his eyes nervously darting from her to me. So I hooked my finger and beckoned him to my bed like I had another insult to tell him about those bumper stickers. Of course, he couldn’t resist me, and I felt bad about it, but yeah, I uppercut his balls.
Once he was done throwing up and popping blood vessels, I hurt more than his dick, and he stopped talking to me.
But… he didn’t break up with Reese.
No, he set five dozen crickets free in my car, but I guess Reese found out somehow. Or maybe she figured it out. That Beau and I liked each other — a lot.
Maybe that’s why, after her exams, Reese left before graduation. She wouldn’t return my calls or Beau’s. She wasn’t home, and her mom wouldn’t tell us where she was. It’s like she vanished.
I felt so sick, so guilty I never spoke to Beau again either. Not even an insult. And every time I’d see his sexy face on the flatscreen or my damn phone, hating him kept my heart from breaking even more.
Still, I’m going to fuck him.
Like hell I won’t finally win this game.
I had to beg Vale to let me leave work early.
At first, she said, “Suck a bag of dicks, Blair. I need you here.”
So I said, “Exactly, I’m gonna suck a bag of dicks for Beau Bronson, so I need to leave.”
