Page 17 of The Revenge Agenda

I stare at him and the way he’s so fucking earnest. “Don’t worry about that because I’m quitting.”

“Why?”

“Because I can’t stand to be around you. Especially knowing you’re still … still—” My voice breaks, and I suck down a sharp breath to cover it.

Rush’s free hand rests on my shoulder. “I’m really sorry.”

My gaze shoots to his wide green one because that’s the last thing I expect him to say. “What?”

“I’m not sleeping with him. I haven’t texted him back since that night.”

“And he’s still texting you?”

Rush nods. “I assumed he was doing the same with you.”

I huff and release him, shoving away to the other side of the hall. “Well, he hasn’t been. Congratulations, you fucking won.”

“I don’t think either of us won. That was a pretty shitty thing he did.”

“You telling me you’re not going to go running back to him?”

“Why, would you?”

“Of course not!”

“Then why would you think I would?”

That derails my anger for a moment. “Ah, because …”

Rush gives me a sad smile. “You kinda hate me, don’t you?”

“You can take the ‘kinda’ out of that sentence.”

“But why?”

I gape at him. “You were having sex with the man I loved. Jesus, are you fucking kidding me?”

“I get it, I had really bad RSD for a couple of days afterward. Thankfully it doesn’t last long anymore because my friends are the best support network.” He pauses while I wonder what RSD is. “If it helps, I don’t think we were the only ones.”

My gut drops through the floor. “If it helps? How the fuck does that help me?”

“Well, I felt terrible, but then my friends did some super-stealthy deep dives into him, and we think there were at least two other guys.”

“Two …” That asshole was sleeping with three other men? I’m nauseous all over again, and I’m suddenly really fucking happy that I’m right by the bathrooms. “I think you need to go. And for the record, one, two … a hundred others … you should still feel terrible. What you did to me is something I’d never do to anyone. That’s an absolute dirt move, and I don’t know how you can even face me after ruining my entire life.”

Rush throws up his hands. “You’re not listening. I didn’t ruin your life—I saved it! You could have married that guy and been stuck with a cheater for the rest of your life. We’re not the issue. Those other guys aren’t the issue. Ian was. So you’re welcome.”

All the smothered anger comes flaring back to life. I’m fucking welcome?

“Let me get this straight. You want me to thank you. For fucking my fiancé?”

Rush waves his hand. “Technically, he fucked me”—I let out a strangled moan—“but no, that’s not the point. The point is he was an asshole, and now you’re free of him.”

“An asshole who’s still messaging you,” I grit out.

“You’re not taking this well.”

“Is there any other possible way for me to take it?”

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