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I round the corner and force a smile.

“Hey, Gigi.”

Chapter 12

Lola

Did that really just happen?

I’m not even talking about the fact that I let Reid—Reid!—finger me against the office wall. Or that I was two seconds away from letting him fuck me right there.

No. What really messes me up is the part where he just walked out.

One second he’s about to be buried inside me, and the next he’s gone. Poof. He dropped me like a hot potato and left me standing here with my pants down.Literally.

I haven’t moved. I’m still trying to piece together what the hell just happened. My back is against the same wall he had me pressed to two minutes ago.

Is this what happens when you let stress run your life? When you’re so wrung out and touch-starved and tired that you let the most emotionally unavailable man in your life get to you and wreck your last shred of self-control?

My body’s buzzing like I touched an exposed wire. My thighs are sticky. And for what? So Reid could feed his ego and then peace out the second someone else walked in?

Not just anyone, though.Gigi.

And now I’m standing here like an idiot listening to the sound of his voice mixing with hers through the wall. He says something I can’t quite make out, and it makes her laugh. It’s that high-pitched giggle she does when she’s locked on a new target. She thinks it works some kind of spell. I think she sounds like a fucking moron.

I want to scream. I want to punch a wall or maybe slam something heavy onto the floor just to hear it splinter to pieces. Fuck…what the hell am I doing?

I yank my leggings back up. When I hear another moronic giggle from the front, I bite down on the inside of my cheek so hard I taste blood.

My face burns as I grab my water bottle off the desk. I feel stupid. So fucking stupid.

I lean forward and press my palms to the desk, needing to feel something solid. My fingers leave smudges on the wood.

The second I let someone in, or I start to believe maybe I’m not completely alone in all of this…

This is exactly why I can’t do this.

I don’t need this. I definitely don’t have time for it. And if Iweregoing to open that door, it sure as hell wouldn’t be for Reid Morgan. It would be for Jude.

Jude is sweet. He makes everything feel better. It’s easier when he’s around, even when everything else is falling apart. More importantly, I feel safe with him.

But there’s Miles too. He’s always been careful with me, even when I didn’t deserve it. He sees me in ways no one else does. And the truth is, I’ve wanted him for longer than I’m willing to admit.

Things are already complicated. The last thing I need is Reid crashing through it all. He treats everything like a game that he needs to dominate. The only reason he even wants me is because Jude had me.

No, I don’t need someone who flirts with my roommate five seconds after making me come on his fingers.

I don’t need him. I really fucking don’t.

By the time I pull into Wes’s driveway, I am physically and emotionally drained. But when am I not these days? This is my new normal.

I almost didn’t come tonight. But it’s been a couple weeks since I’ve seen Wes, which is longer than usual for us. And honestly, I need someone who feels familiar and doesn’t ask too much of me.

It’s quiet here. And I really need quiet right now.

The walk up the path feels harder than it should. Still, I put on the everything-is-fine smile I’ve been practicing for years and knock on the door.

Wes answers with a grin that quickly falls away. “What’s wrong?”