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Together.

My thumb hovers over the camera app. I could watch. I could know.

I can’t. I already watched Frida choose someone else once.

Buzz, buzz.

Asher: I need u to come pick me up NOW

Asher: *Pin drop*

Asher: IM IN TROUBLE

I stare at the screen, torn between two worlds.

One where I know what I want. The other I can make sense of.

I’ll hurry.

I crack open my tin and scoop a few hits of coke, then drive into the darkness.

When I get back, I’ll kill them both.

32

Harlow

I shut the door and lock the deadbolt. Killian is... unpredictable.

I drop my purse beside the sofa. The keys Killian made for me rattle inside.

I must admit, I am grateful Evan showed up. I was about to have a meltdown. Thank God I walked away with some dignity.

Evan sets down the box on the coffee table. Who knows what he wants to talk about, but I need a moment. I excuse myself and slip down the hall.

I make it to the bathroom and lock the door. The moment I sit, pain pulses through me. Oil and semen still slick my thighs, and a faint pink smear stains the toilet paper. Killian didn’t even ask if I was okay.

By the time I face the mirror, I barely recognize myself.

My reflection is tragic. My mascara is smeared, and my eyes are bloodshot and welling with tears. I grab some toilet paper and blot them. I try like hell to wipe away the black makeup staining my cheeks. My chin trembles as Killian’s face flashes.

“It didn’t work out,” I echo his words.

A knife slices into my heart. Tears return and pour down my face.

“Whore for my dad.”

How could he say that? How could he think that?

It doesn’t make sense in moments like this, but somehow, I still love him. I want to believe when he’s ugly like that, it’s his true self.

It’s not though.

I didn’t fall in love with that version of him.

I just can’t believe it’s over. After all, dinner was okay, minus the texts. The sex was painful yet incredible and intense. I gave him everything I had. Those keys were so promising. He put my name on them.

But now, I’m supposedly obsessed with money. I simply asked if I’ll still have a job after he moves.