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And we didn’t work this hard and sacrifice this much; our families, too, with his mom sacrificing the most, to give it all up.
But at least I can share every reason I adore Blair with Colt, too. She can make him laugh when I can’t.
But now?
Amber’s not laughing.
And Blair’s not her bitch.
“Good morning,” Blair answers Amber. “Is there a tragic problem? Did your mascara flake?”
Amber weaves her neck. “You’re sleeping with my boyfriend, you fluffy bitch!”
Blair jumps to her feet, and oh fuck!
I yank my door open, rushing outside, but it’s too late.
Blair’s locked and unloading.
“Hey, Amber, since they don’t sell ‘em at Sephora, let me give you some BOGO enlightened thoughts for free.” She points west. “That’s the fucking ocean that sustains human life, not your soul-shitting tea. And that’s the fucking sun rising.” She points east. “And it ain’t to illuminate your bleached asshole.” She circles her middle finger. “And this entire planet turns whether you post about your laminated brows or not. And he,” she points to Colt, “can sleep wherever he goddamn pleases, and last night, it was by his new friend, a black and white fluffy Jessica Rabbit who will fuck your rejuvenated cunt up if you step to me again.”
“You little bitch—” Amber moves to leap on Blair, who’s drawing her fist back to greet her face, but Colt jumps up, his expert hands knowing how to block a tackle.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” He’s half-laughing, keeping them apart while I join him.
“Settle down, ladies.” I’m half-laughing, too, wrapping around Blair and scooting her back. “You turn me on when you’re feisty.”
“Shut up,” she growls. “I’m gonna choke her on a make-up brush.”
“Fuck you, you gothic creep!” Amber shouts at Blair. “Like my man would ever be interested in Casper the Cunty Ghost.”
“Well,” Blair starts laughing, “at least you know about alliteration. Did you learn that from a box of beige, brown, and buff bronzers from Hermès?”
Colt snorts, holding Amber back, but it’s like he doesn’t want to touch her. “I’m not your man anymore, Amber.” His voice is calm. “We’ll both be happier that way, and it’s time for you to leave.”
“But, but,” she stammers, “I’m your date to the ESPYs. I’ve already bought my dress and told my followers.”
“I’m sure they’ll find a way to survive the devastation and so will you.” He pulls away, his arms still guarding Blair, though she’s safe and squirming like a snow leopard in my grasp. “I’m sure you’ll find your perfect match, Amber,” Colt reasons with her. “It just ain’t me.”
“So what? It’s her now?” Amber points at Blair. “She’s your match?”
“No, she’s mine!” I shout before I can stop myself, so I don’t. “Blair’s mine and this is between you two, not us. Come on.” I wrap my arm around Blair, tugging her toward my room.
She follows, muttering, “Will he be okay with her?”
“He’s a very big boy,” I assure her. “He’s fine.”
I guide her through my glass doors, then slide them closed behind us.
“So, Bronson?” Blair turns, her gaze combing my body, and that’s when I remember, glancing down, that I slept nude. I still am. “I’m suddenly yours now?”
There’s a war in my chest over Blair, but my dick has already declared victory, raising its flag. “For nine more days, you are.”
“And then what? I’d be a distraction again?”
“You’d be something to me, that’s for sure.”
“So all this.” She gestures down my rousing physique, my muscles about to unleash. “I’m yours now because you’re jealous over seeing me sleep beside your hot best friend?”
