Page 35 of Brutal Bond

With the text equivalent of word vomiting, the letters spill from my fingers, and I hit send before I can stop myself.

The kind I met you at?

Yes.

Jealousy pangs through me. My face heats with anger yet tears well in my eyes.

Are you planning to fuck anyone there?

That is kind of the point of the party.

Seriously?

So my cunt belongs to you, but you can do whatever the fuck you want with your cock?

Don’t feign innocence like you didn’t suck someone else’s cock yesterday?

Or have your face buried in your roommate’s pussy.

That’s not the same.

And you fucking know it.

I don’t have time for this childishness right now, Harper.

Unable to hold them back, tears stream down my face as I continue to text him.

Apparently, the train was colliding sooner than I thought…

My apologies.

I wouldn’t want to keep you from fucking someone else.

I’m not doing this with you.

It’s just fucking sex.

It doesn’t fucking matter.

It does.

It matters.

I’ll call you in the morning.

When you’ve calmed down and are ready to have an adult conversation about this.

I’m sorry I’m such a child.

Maybe you shouldn’t bother.

I don’t mean the words as I send them. Not even close. They couldn’t be further from my truth. Staring at the phone through my sobs, I wait desperately for a response from him.

One that doesn’t come.

CHAPTER

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