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Fuck.

I’ve insulted her, and why?

Because I’m jealous.

Jealous that it wasn’t me that fucked her last night.

But the image of her lying with some guy, letting him have his way with her as she’s left unsatisfied, kills me.

Fuck it, I’d still be mad if he made her come a thousand times.

I want to do that.

Oh, fuck. I want to do what, fuck my best friend’s daughter?

Kevin would smash my head in with a brick.

But I don’t just want to fuck Ivy.

I want to hold her in my arms and fall asleep with her.

I sit up straight, shaking my head to rid myself of these crazy ass thoughts.

I need to get laid.

Maybe even settle down.

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IVY

I’m shaking with anger.

How dare Griffin speak to me like that?

I can do whatever I like — I’m a grown-ass woman. He can fuck off.

Melody’s face lights up when she sees me, and I help her change while the other Moms watch me curiously.

“You were so good!” I gush, watching Melody flush with pride. “I think you’re amazing!”

“Thank you,” Melody says with pride. “Mommy always said I’m the best dancer in the world.”

Her eyes mist over, confusion rolling in as her little mind reminds her that her mother isn’t here anymore.

I crouch, taking her hands into mine.

“I agree with your mommy. You’re incredible!”

Melody nods, biting her lip as she looks away from me.

I can feel her pain, and I just want to scoop her into my arms and make it all go away.

But I can’t.

It isn’t easy seeing all the other kids with their mothers, either. I grew up wishing I had that, but instead, my dad did everything. My heart aches at the memory of his smiling face every time I saw him as a child. He never missed a thing.

“Can you come again?” Melody asks her lower lip wobbling. “It’s nice having you here.”

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