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At the end of the day, how could she still want to go back to that asshole when we’d been so good together?
Now I was actually pissed off.
“You’re awfully quiet,” she said, standing and clearing our plates.
“Yeah. I’m a little tired. I think I’m going to call it a night.”
We’d had sex every single night since the first time, so I knew she wouldn’t like that I was bailing on her.
She studied me, a look of surprise crossing her features. She placed the back of her hand on my forehead and rolled her eyes. “No fever. You feel just fine.”
I’d never been good at dealing with anger, so I’d walk away for now, and hopefully, by tomorrow, I’d be over it.
But she wasn’t getting to spend one minute with my dick tonight.
I’d never been one to withhold sex, but I sure as shit wasn’t gracing her with his presence tonight.
“Okay. Well, let me know if you need anything.” Her green gaze searched mine.
“Nope. I think I just need some space tonight.”
Yeah, that ought to get her thinking. I wasn’t just some fake boyfriend she could use and then go back to Dr. Lame-Ass and use all her new mad sex skills on him. Hell, no.
None of it would work without me because we were just that good together.
Her gaze narrowed. “Some space? I see. Take all the space you need, Chewy.”
And with that, she loaded the dishes into the dishwasher like they’d committed a crime against her. Handling the utensils aggressively as they banged around in the sink, slamming the door closed to the dishwasher with force, and then stomping through the room to get her coat.
“Where the fuck are you going?” I hissed.
She glanced over her shoulder. “I’m going out and gettingsome space.”
She was not going to pull the reverse pissed-off tantrum on me. I had two sisters. I knew this game better than anyone.
I was the one who was pissed.
She didn’t get to be pissed.
“Don’t let the door hit you in the ass,” I growled as I stormed down the hallway to my bedroom.
I took a hot shower and came out to see if she was home, but the house was dark. I peeked in her room, and she wasn’t in there.
The fuck?
I glanced out the window, and her car was still in the driveway.
Did she have that bastard come pick her up?
Was she going to cry on his shoulder about her fight with her fake boyfriend?
I was fuming as I sat up on the couch, waiting for her like some lovesick fucker.
That was exactly what I was now, wasn’t it?
I was in love with my best friend.
My fake girlfriend.
