Page 174 of Reaper's Rival

When I didn’t hear the click of the lock, I turned around, confused, only to be faced with the most determined face I had ever seen.

“How about we have that talk?” Kim said, crossing her arms.

“Sweetheart, you and I both know I wasn’t talking about actual talking.”

“Pity, I’m in the mood for it.”

She wasn’t normally like this. What had gotten into her?

Groaning, I ran a hand down my face. “Fine, say whatever it is you have to say.” I wasn’t interested in hearing it. One of the bonuses with Kim was she wasn’t much of a talker. She had never been with me. She did what I wanted.

“You use me.” She pressed a finger into my chest. Startled, I looked back at her, surprised. “You use me and then spit me out.”

“Where is this coming from?”

“It’s coming from a girl who is sick of playing second,” she snapped.

“Second. Who are you second to?”

“To any other female that may catch your attention. And you know what? I’m sick of waiting for you to want me. I’m over just accepting we are friends with benefits. Because we aren’t friends to begin with. You, Trigger, are a pig.” She looked up at me with a solid glare. “And I’m done.”

“You can’t be done with me, sweetheart. History would say otherwise.” She was causing my heart to beat faster. She had to be bluffing. This wasn’t really happening. Kim was breaking up with me, and we weren’t even in a relationship.

But the hole she was crafting in my chest was telling me different, telling me right now I had a hell of a lot to lose.

“Like I said. We are done. So next time you want to ‘talk,’ go and find another female. Cause I want better.” With that said, she spun on her heel, grabbed the door handle, and stormed out. Leaving me in the kitchen, barely breathing and barely accepting what just happened.

Had she rejected me?

Kim rejected me.

Never had she done that.

Should I give up on her and find another female? Yes. Her flat-out saying she was done with me should make me want to run in a different direction. Instead, I was thinking of all the ways I could get her back.

And fuck it. I had never been more determined to do something in my life.

Abby

“Do you reckon Dad has any idea what that blonde is going on about?” I asked Brad, feeling rather amused, watching my dad with a twenty-year-old girl on his lap. Her mouth had not stop moving, and Dad hadn’t stopped reaching for his drink.

“No.” Brad laughed. “We should play a drinking game for every time he has one; we have one.”

“Yeah, because getting drunk on soda is so possible.” I rolled my eyes.

“Aww yes. I forget you are up the duff.”

“Surprised you can forget that, considering all the shit you bought.”

He laughed again. “Come on, Abby, you loved shopping.”

I screwed my face up. “No.”

“I think we need fresh drinks,” Kim said.

Brad and my head both snapped to Kim. When did she get back? I thought she had gone to talk to Trigger. Their talking usually involved a bed.

“You’re back.” I arched my eyebrows at her. “What happened to talking to Trigger?”

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