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I hate how unfair life is. I hate that the saying ‘money can’t buy you happiness’ is true. Because I would pay every dime I have to put Dash and me in a bubble where we could live happily ever after. Where no one else can touch what we have.

“Wanna dance?” Jackie asks, placing her hand on my shoulder.

I turn back around to face her. “Not really,” I shout over the music.

She throws her bottom lip out in an attempt to pout. “Come on. Let’s have some fun. You called me for fun.”

“I know.” Jackie doesn’t agree with what I did. But she’s still trying to support my decision.

“Hey, remember that one time when we were eighteen and we bought fake IDs? We snuck into a club. They ended up being over occupancy and the fire department showed up?” She laughs as she recalls our first time at the club. “We accidently gave them our real IDs and they called our parents?”

I laugh along with her. We were grounded from seeing each other for two weeks. But we both got dates out of it. “Those firefighters were hot,” I add.

She fans herself. “You’re telling me. I lost my virginity to the hunk.”

I laugh softly and then the smile drops off my face. “I’m just trying to tell you that we thought that was the end of the world. I don’t think we have ever spent that much time texting and talking on the phone. Those two weeks were horrible. But we got through them.”

I nod my head in understanding at what she is trying to say. “He loves you,” she says leaning over to talk softer into my ear. “He wouldn’t do anything to mess that up.”

Even though I told him good-bye, I can’t help but pray that she’s right. Because no matter what has happened, I still love him. And if it came down to it, I would do anything for him.

“So…” she continues, ordering another drink, “tonight we are gonna have one hell of a girls’ night and live it up.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

DASH

I jump off my bike and run up the darkened walkway. Once I get to the door, I bang my fist on it. “Tabatha!” I scream. Nothing. “She has to be here,” I say between clenched teeth. “Tabatha!” I scream again.

This can’t be happening. She has to be here. I couldn’t do it with Valerie. I couldn’t fucking do it! She kneeled down before me, ready and willing to suck my cock, and I couldn’t even undo my pants for her. Yes, my dick was hard, but she wasn’t the one I wanted. She wasn’t the one who meant something to me. She had already confessed to the bike. I didn’t need to fuck up what I had with Tabatha because I had one night with that bitch. I love her. I want to prove that to her. I want her to see that walking away was a mistake.

I spin around when I hear a car door open. Tabatha stumbles out of the passenger seat. She giggles as she leans over talking to whoever is in it. I swallow thickly. She’s drunk. Standing upright, she slams the door shut and watches the car drive off. The moment she turns around, she stops, and the playful smile drops off her face.

“I’m so sorry,” I say, making my way back down the steps to her.

She lifts her hand and stumbles, taking a step back from me. “Why are you here?”

“I’ve been trying to call you. You haven’t answered. I need to talk to you.”

She shakes her head. “Why? What could you possibly have to say?” Her voice rises. “Finished having fun with Valerie so now you come over to have some fun with me?” she screams.

I grab her by the shoulders to help steady her as I lower my face to hers. “I didn’t do anything with Valerie,” I growl.

She snorts. “You smell like tequila. You’re drunk.”

“So are you, princess.”

She pulls away from me and shoves me out of her way as she walks up to her front door.

I run a hand through my hair. “Please let me explain.”

She stops at her door and spins around. “You didn’t sleep with her?”

“No.”

“Did she try?” she asks placing her hands on her hips.

“Yes.”

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