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“Noa, honey,” Miranda greeted me.
“Have you seen or heard from Theo?” I asked, cutting right to the chase.
“Funny, I’m calling you about him.”
I sat down as she continued.
“Quinton and I were at dinner last night and I saw him there. At first, I couldn’t see who he was with but when they got up to leave, I recognized Rachel.”
Rachel?
I frowned, not understanding why they’d be having dinner together. Or why he hadn’t been answering my calls.
“Anyway, I decided not to call you last night, but I slept on it and I feel like this isn’t innocent. I’ve been around the block enough to know what an affair looks like and the way they were acting…it didn’t seem casual. You’re looking for Theo? I’m sure you’ll know where to find him.”
I stammered but our relationship came back to me. The late nights, the times he never came home at all. The times I probably should’ve gotten mad, but was happy enough to have a man who didn’t give me a hard time about loving someone else.
After a few more minutes of Miranda telling me where exactly she’d been and every detail down to Rachel’s dress, we hung up and I sprang into action.
I grabbed whatever I could. Clothes, shoes, his fucking pillow. Anything that was his.
The strangest part was I was embarrassed. I wasn’t hurt. I was justembarrassed.
But who was I kidding? I was in a relationship where both parties were cheaters.
And withRachel?The woman who’d spent years of her life pledging herself to Dexter. She was simply out to ruin me, and she hit me where she thought it would hurt.
I stuffed his shit in my car and peeled off, my embarrassment fueling me as I sped toward Rachel’s.
I couldn’t thank Dexter more for having Dylan over at his place.
I pulled into her driveway and opened my door, leaving the car running. This would be quick.
I started pulling everything out, unsure of what I’d do with them. I wanted both of them out of my life. The anger I felt toward Rachel was now bleeding into whatever episode I was having and I knew—if I could—I would’ve lit it all on fire.
The car in front of her house caught Rachel’s attention apparently, because she walked outside, her silk robe wrapped around her thin body, her hair a mess.
Theo liked hair—especially during sex.
She leaned against her doorframe, her face wearing the same smug happiness she’d showcased the day she claimed Dexter had proposed to her. The same expression that I wanted to slap right off.
Instead, I gathered his things and dropped them right in front of her. When I turned to leave, she cleared her throat.
“I can either leave quietly and this can be a transaction, or I can embarrass you in front of your neighbors and Theo. Your choice.” I didn’t turn and when she remained quiet, I continued to head to my car.
“Rachel, what’s—”
I looked over my shoulder at the sound of Theo’s voice.
“Noa?” His eyes went to the pile of clothes in front of him and they widened.
I hopped in my car and locked the doors.
He ran out and knocked on my window, trying to open the door. I reversed quickly, causing him to stumble and fall.
When I was about to drive away, I stopped and rolled down my window. “Hey, Rachel? How does it feel to watch him run away from you and after me?” Then, I placed my sunglasses over my eyes and smiled, pressing on the gas.
It was no fucking wonder she didn’t show up at my birthday lunch.
