Page 59 of Made for Cyn

“No, why do you care? You’ve made it perfectly clear that we’re just fuck buddies. And you,” I say, pointing at Jig, “we’re not friends. You’ve made that clear when you dropped me because Cyn did. Why am I here? Why does it matter?”

Grabbing my chin, Cyn brings my attention back around and says fiercely, “Because nobody touches what’s mine.”

With a painful pulse in my stomach, I drop my eyes and whisper, “I’m not yours.”

But I want to be, even knowing I don’t think Cyn knows the meaning of exclusivity or reciprocal relationships. I suspect he doesn’t want to share while I’m shiny and new, but what happens when that wears off? What then?

I’m already weighted down with hurt that he can so easily use me for his gain, and we’re not even technically dating.

“Oh, you are mine. You just haven’t caught up yet.”

“That doesn’t make any sense,” I whimper.

“It doesn’t have to. Stop evading my fucking question and tell me,” he bellows.

Flinching away from him, I take a deep breath and stare into his wild eyes.

“No,” I say, clenching my teeth when his eyes narrow and a tic forms in his jaw.

“No, he didn’t touch you?”

“No,” I mutter, “I’m not answering the question.”

Why I don’t know, maybe because I know this has to end. Perhaps I want him to feel what I’m feeling right now, knowing he’s using me to get to Iris, much like Bastion did. Or maybe I’m just a bitch.

“I’m sorry, what the fuck did you just say?” he says, quietly, so softly, I shiver as I stare at his chin and whisper, “I said, no.”

“Rain, you better fucking tell me if he touched you and now!” He slashes his hand through the air.

“No.”

Looking me over distastefully, he mutters, “Then I guess that’s a yes.”

Refusing to back down or deny it, even though it’s trembling on my lips, I watch, wide eyed, as he strides toward the door and slams his hand against the wall before disappearing outside.

I have no idea what just happened beyond that he’s angry that I supposedly slept with Saul, but I’m left in the dark about whether it means he’s jealous or just fucked in the head.

Mutely, I stare after him, clutching my aching belly. Behind me, Jig sighs and follows Cyn out the door but not before muttering, “Nice, Lil’ B. Nice.”

Bowing my head, I sigh tiredly, only to jump out of my skin when Bastion speaks up from where he sits in a reclining chair. Frankly, he’s always so quiet; I forgot he was here.

“You’re just making this worse.”

“How do you figure?” I ask, staring at my hands because I don’t want Bastion to see the tears in my eyes.

I could have done this differently, but no, I remind myself, he’s the one using me. I’m just refusing to cooperate in the charade.

“Because now he’s angrier than he was before. He’ll figure it out eventually, and he will make Saul hurt, one way or another.”

“This coming from the jerk who slept with my cousin for answers,” I say, casting him a bitter smile.

“I never fucking lied to Iris. She knew what was what. A hole’s a hole,” he says.

Shrinking away from him, I say derisively, “That’s right. A hole’s a hole. And I’m just another in a long line of them. I don’t trust you. I don’t trust him. Just leave me alone.”

“Ditto, beauty,” Cyn says coldly from the door.

When I glance up at him, my chest clenches painfully at the void because he’s looking back at me with such loathing that I physically can’t breathe for it.

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