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I attempted to get a summer job, but the moment Trevor found me filling out applications, he put an end to that. He said my only job is school or sports. He wouldn’t budge on the matter or even discuss it. And it’s not like I really have a choice but to do what he says when the alternative is to go back to my dad’s place.
So now here I am, stuck in this dumbfuck house, watching the man who means everything to me once again giving all his attention to some girl that I’ll never make an effort to remember her name because she doesn’t fucking belong here.
I waltz over to the couch with my bowl of spaghetti and plop down, leaning over the back to smile at their cute little hello flirting. “Oh?” I say with a mouth full of spaghetti. “Mack, is this your new little girlfriend?”
The glare he gives me lets me know he knows I’m about to be a jackass, but if I’m going to constantly be placed in the little sister position, then it’s only fair I live up to my responsibilities.
“Ignore her,” he says, grabbing her hand and trying to lead her over to his room.
“Did you tell her I was your girlfriend?” she asks with a beaming smile.
I wouldn’t ever wish a downfall on another woman, but this girl is about to get her heart broken, and I amrevelingin it.
Mack gives a nervous chuckle. “How about we talk about this in my room?”
I lift my fork in a cheers motion. “Yeah, why don’t you go have that talk.”
He blows out a harsh breath. “Why don’t you go wait in my room? I’ll grab us some drinks,” he says to her.
“Sure, okay,” she says, swaying her college girl hips over to his room.
I glance down at my still nonexistent tits before turning to face the TV.Stop being jealous. It’s not her fault. She’s not the problem. She’s not the problem.
Mack leans down next to my head with two hard seltzers in his hand. “We’re going to talk about whatever the fuck that was later.”
“Mm,” I say, giving him a bratty smile. “Promise?”
“Brat,” he says, turning and leaving me all alone once again.
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Present Day
I sneak my phone out of my purse while John excuses himself to the restroom. My phone buzzes in my hand with another incoming text. I click on the thread to quickly read the messages before he gets back.
Mack:Hey, can you check if there’s a package on my porch on your way home?
Mack:Hello? Earth to Thea. Where are you?
Mack:Check your damn phone!
Mack:Please Thea, I need the documents in the box for tomorrow’s meeting. I’m out of town until this weekend.
Mack:Why are you doing this to me?
I laugh into my hand, so I don’t look like a crazy person smiling at my phone.
Me:Sucks to be you. I’m on a date, and the only reason I have my phone is to let Amanda know he’s not a killer stalker. Stop texting me.
He immediately begins typing.
Mack:A date? It’s Wednesday. With who? Give me the fucker’s name. Now.
Me:You know referring to all the guys I date as fuckers really isn’t giving me a fair chance, now is it? And yes, a Wednesday date. He has class.
Mack:Class? What, you think he won’t take you home because it’s the middle of the week? He probably has a wife, so he can’t do weekends. Name. Now.
Mack:And stop going out with fuckers and I’ll stop referring to them that way.
