“Who was the first?” I asked.
“Your ex.”
I felt my face fall as my skin paled.
“So it’s true.”
“What’s true?” I asked.
“Stop lying to me.”
“I’m not lying to you. I simply don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Is Andy Prentice your ex? Did you come here that night because he kicked you out?”
“Why in the world would you care about that anyway?” I asked. “Wait, my ex asked you about Anton’s estate? How do you know Andy?”
“So he is your ex.”
“I’m not talking about my ex with a man I’m dating,” I said.
“We’re not dating.”
His words were like a slap across my face. My world stilled and my own breath fled from my lungs. So that was it. The answer I had been looking for. I was nothing but a piece of ass for him to fool around with before he jetted off to Napa Valley or wherever the hell he was from. I drew in a deep breath through my nose and swallowed down the tears. He wasn’t deserving of them. He was out to hurt. Out for answers.
But I wasn’t going to let him have me any longer.
“Andy is a prior friend of mine,” Gray said.
“Does that mean he’s an old friend of yours?” I asked.
“No, it means I know him.”
“You were drinking with Andy that night, weren’t you?” I asked.
“Answer my question.”
“No. I’ve answered enough of your questions. Now you answer mine. You stand there because you’re pissed off that you’re finding out something about me I didn’t willingly give up to you like I did my body, when you’re standing there being the biggest fucking hypocrite on this planet.”
I stood to my feet and slowly planted my hands into the table.
“So I’m going to ask you again. Were you drinking that night with Andy when you came in drunk and accosted me?”
“I was,” he said.
“So then he’s a little more than a ‘prior friend’ to you.”
I stood up tall and strong, despite the foot or more he had on me. His eyes hardened on my gaze as I moved out from behind the table. This was it. I was finished. Done with men and over that rebound hump. Grayson MacDonald could fuck off for all I cared.
In fact, it would be better if I left before he got a chance to hurt me any further. At least then I wouldn’t be tossed out on my ass.
“I thought you were classy. Mature. But you’re just like Andy,” I said.
“I’m nothing like that asshole.”
“But you drink with him. You stumble in drunk like he did. You think you own my body like he did. And now you think because we’ve slept together that you get to ask me all about my pathetic life and my sorry excuse for an ex. What? Is it because you have money? You think you’re privy to that kind of information because you screwed around with me and you’re paying me for work?” I asked.
“I stuck around for you, Michelle.”