Roleplaying.
Fucking.
God, that was hot.
He’s hot.
And ugh… why am I thinking of him again? That douche.
“Look, I got to go now,” I say quickly and disconnect, before my weakness gets too much to handle.
What was I thinking, answering that phone? I should have blocked that asshole’s number.
And I’m not talking about Kaden here, although… yeah. Not that Kaden ever texted me since I left.
Why would I get involved with two assholes in a row, and fall so hard? It’s as if I can’t learn to save my life.
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Quite literally.
“Call Kaden.”
“No.”
“Come on, Hailey.” Maggie makes the best puppy eyes as she stirs her hot chocolate, hip propped against the counter of my IKEA kitchen. “You’re miserable. I bet he is, too. Call him.”
“Jesus, Mags, come off it, okay?”
“You know my grandmother never called my grandad after a misunderstanding. Then he went to war and when he came back she didn’t recognize him. He had to try everything to convince her it was him.”
“That was a movie. But good try, and passable acting. Brownie points for effort.”
“Oh really. When will you tell me?”
“Tell you what?”
“What happened between you guys. I thought you were so deeply in luuurve, and it gave me hope – because as you know my love life is non-existent and I live vicariously through my friends – and then you go and leave the guy and don’t even give me some juicy details to chew through!”
“Are you done?”
“So what is the deal, anyway?” Maggie grumbles when I turn away. “We always told each other everything. Don’t shut me out, bestie. Tell me?”
I snort, but I’m caving in. There’s only so long a girl can hold out against her best friend. For so long I kept it all bottled inside, as if that would make it less real, but I’ve been choking on it. Suffocating.
So I guess it’s no surprise it all comes rushing out. Verbal vomit alert.
“He had texts from a woman on his phone, Mags. And pictures! He’s been cheating on me all this time, and I never had a clue. How’s that for naïve, huh? After what happened with Trent.I should know better, right? But he was so handsome. And sweet. And hot, and I…”
I fell so hard I think my heart broke.
“You sure it wasn’t his sister or something? On the phone?”
“He doesn’t have a sister.”
“Or sister in law?”
I shake my head, angry that my eyes are prickling with tears. Didn’t I shed enough already? “I’ve seen his sister in law in pictures. This one looked nothing like her.”