Dirty Bad Boys Box Set: Forbidden Romance Collection

“I could say the same thing,” he argues back.

“When? When did you reach out to me?”

He keeps quiet, rubbing his neck with the palm of his hand while staring at the ground.

“Exactly. So don’t tell me how stupid I am. It’s bad enough I now have this on my shoulders. You putting me down doesn’t empower me when I need all the strength I can get right now. I’ve fucked up. I trusted him and look where it’s gotten me.”

“I’m sorry. What a fucking asshole,” he yells, much to my surprise. “Do you want me to call my people?”

“Your people?” I question, confused. “To do what?”

“Whatever you want.”

“Cut his dick off doing a Lorena Bobbitt?”

He cringes, his posture falling over as if he knows what that feels like. “If that’s your wish.”

“Your people can really do that? Who are these people?”

“People.”

I sigh, then let out an unexpected cry.

I hate him.

I want bad things to happen to him.

I want lots of people to make his life hell.

The bastard has hurt me more than I thought imaginable. I’m embarrassed that the whole world watched me fall in love with an asshole. And now the whole world will watch as my life falls apart.

What about George?

Will he live with me?

Is there such thing as a custody battle for dogs?

Will he stay with Wes every other weekend? Poor George! He doesn’t deserve to be raised in this type of environment. I wonder if there’s a support group for pugs being raised in a broken home.

In the heat of the moment, I grab my cell out of my purse and throw it into the lake.

What have I done?

Oh crap!

It clicks seconds later as the ripples in the water disappear.

I run without thinking and dive straight into the water then remember the lake is filled with many creepy creatures. It’s not too deep where I land, and in the distance I hear Logan’s voice who’s angry and annoyed, followed by the splash beside me.

I bob down again, searching for my cell with tears battling against the water and my sobs muffled.

I scream. I yell. I curse at Wesley Rich for breaking my trust. For tearing my heart into a million pieces and for making me believe what we had was love. And when I pull myself up for air, Logan’s standing in front of me, breathing heavily with my cell in his hand.

“Are you psycho? Seriously, Emmy!”

“Don’t call me that,” I shout back in his face.

“Well, you are. So, the dickhead cheated? Move on. He didn’t deserve you to begin with. Marriage is for the weak. Don’t fall into that whole love bullshit. You can have a good life without it.”