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“That’s why you’ve been keeping me like your dirty little secret. You want the benefits of having a boyfriend like me without people knowing.”
“What? No, that’s not true.”
“Oh yeah? Then explain why you refused to hold hands with me every time your parents weren’t looking at us at the charity benefit. I tried kissing you several times, but you pulled back. And don’t think I overlooked their friends watching as you closed the door in that closet.”
“Blade, please calm down!”
I showed her the picture on social media of her crouched down on her knees, right before the door shut. “Look at your face. You made sure that everyone in the room saw you. You’re practically looking right at the damn camera, and I’m supposed to believe you didn’t know. You’ve been using me all along.”
“You really need to get a grip, Blade.”
I took my cell phone back and buried it deep in my pocket.
“Is that why you invited me to the benefit in the first place? Just to piss off your parents?”
Her silence was deafening. Of course, that was the reason. Everything was finally making sense. She wanted nothing to do with them, but showing up with The Bedroom King was a sure-fire fuck you. It was the ultimate payback.
“You know what, Blade? Being linked with me could actually save your reputation. Maybe you’ll be respected now that you’re my boyfriend as opposed to being Exley’s man-whore. That has to account for something in the calculation, right. That recruiter of yours might be more impressed with your ability to commit than your talent.”
I’d officially had enough. The one girl I never thought I’d land was turning out to be a fucking nightmare, looking down at me as though I were one big dumb jock. “I’m tired of being used. And I’d rather be known for fucking every woman on campus than being linked with someone as pretentious as you. Whatever we have between us, this little situation is over.”
I raced out of her bedroom, down the stairs, and bolted out the front door. Being free of a relationship I didn’t want in the first place was supposed to be a good thing, but as I made my way back home, I felt nothing but depression. I couldn’t shake the image of her face as I stormed away. I knew she wanted to speak, but I didn’t give her the chance to say another word.
