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There isn’t much cum left, but I still coat her lips with the wetness on my finger.

“Jesus,” she says as a swear word.

“Now go talk to your little friend but come right back.” I smack her ass.

Chapter three

Emmet

There’s no mistaking the sounds of sex coming from their bedroom. Sometimes I hate myself. I’m a masochist. Cole offered me his spare bedroom tonight. I was on the verge of accepting when Miss Rose appeared. Mrs. McKenna. Argggg.

It’s a mindfuck. She acts like she’s interested in my life. As if she didn’t bail on me. Maybe I got it wrong. Maybe the guy on the phone lied.

I’m fully clothed, sitting on the edge of the bed, but decide it’s safe to take my shoes off. One thing my life has taught me is never get too comfortable and always be ready to roll out at a moment’s notice.

I don’t get him. Jayce hates I’m here, but he allowed it. She was so fucking oblivious to the looks he was giving me and his body language. I spent years deflecting bullies’ attention and learned to ignore them, avoiding problems. It’s second nature, so I can deal with him.

Fucking hell, I played nice.

I’m too keyed up to sleep. Last time I called Madyson—I’m calling her Madyson because I’m a fucking adult now—her boyfriend answered the phone and told me she was permanently unavailable. That she thought my feelings for her were inappropriate and made her uncomfortable. To leave her alone.

Looking back, I was stupid not to question his statements. She’d told me things that directly contradicted those statements.

But she never answered her phone again, sending me straight to voicemail.

I have his voice burned in my memory. And that has me more confused. Jayce made sure I knew they’d been dating for four years. But his voice is deeper, fuller than the arrogant dick from the past. But who else could it have been? She’s not the type to sleep around. She used to flinch when male teachers or boys touched her unexpectedly.

Whatever the past, Jayce does not want me around. That’s a cold, hard fact.

“Knock, knock,” Madyson says out loud while she actually knocks.

“Come in.” I straighten up as she enters.

She’s still gorgeous, but her hair is sex mussed and she’s sporting a brand-new red welt on the side of her neck. Fuck me. I’m so stupid. My dumb brain thought if I could win Jayce over, we could be friends or something. At least I could get some answers.

Instead, I agreed to sleep a room away from my biggest crush and her husband. With the added bonus of their sex sounds.

Fuck. My. Life!

“Are you sleeping in your clothes?” she asks.

“Are you?” I eye her joggers and Henley, assuming she doesn’t sleep in those.

She shrugs and sits at the end of the bed. “I’m so glad we ran into each other. I didn’t think I’d ever see you again when you didn’t show up for graduation.”

My brain spins out of control. “You were there?”

She twirls a lock of her hair around her finger and gives me a slight nod. I want to kick my own ass for not going. But things were crazy, and I didn’t have a cap and gown. If I’d known she’d be there, I would’ve tried to borrow what I needed.

It’s on the tip of my tongue to ask her about never answering my phone calls, but she speaks first.

“How’s your mom?”

“Alive.” I shift uncomfortably.

“That’s good, right?” She leans closer and my fingers itch to touch her hair.

Fucking hell. She smells like sex, and I fantasize about licking it off her. I will never get the image out of my head. Following her—stalking her—down the hall and seeing cum dripping down her leg from under her green sundress to her ankle. I hate that the man’s cum I’d wanted to lick off Madyson Rose was probably the same man who provided the ax that cut my heart out.

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