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He places his hands on my face. “She asked me, yes. I told her that I would. I needed her to believe me.”

“So, you lie often.” I meant it as a question, but I said it as a statement.

“Yes,” he sighs, “I lie to her often. She’s is an annoying little bitch, and I can’t stand her knowing what I’m up to or where I’m at.”

“Geez,” I breathe. “I’d hate to hear what you say about me when I’m not around,” I huff sarcastically.

“All I do is talk about how great you are. How much I want you.”

“Always about sex,” I reply.

“No,” he says but I can’t miss the smirk growing across his face. “Sex is great with you, though.”

“If this is how you plan on buttering me up, it’s not gonna work.” I pull back and cross my arms over my chest.

“I’m not here to butter you up. I’m here to tell you the truth.”

“Why should I believe you? You haven’t called me. It’s been two days, Dash.”

“I’m sorry. I went home with your father, and although I’m still somewhat sore, I’ve spent every waking moment with your father going over our plans. We needed a new one, and we are running out of time.”

“I’m sorry that you’re still hurting.” I can only imagine what the crash did to his body. He’s very lucky that nothing was broken.

His head starts to come down to mine. I reach out and softly place my hand on his chest and push him away from me. “Did you really think that you could show up here and expect me to just lie down and spread my legs for you?” I ask in all seriousness.

“What do you want from me?” he asks, taking a step back to give us even more space.

“The truth,” I snap, finding my anger again. “I’m pretty sure that is what you promised me at the track.”

He runs a hand through his hair with frustration. “What do you wanna know? That Valerie and I were engaged.”

“Engaged?” I squeak. “How have you failed to mention that to me?”

“It was a long time ago.” He shrugs as if it’s no big deal.

“It couldn’t have been that long ago,” I snap. “You’re only twenty-two years old,” I remind him, in case he has forgotten.

“Okay. It was three years ago.”

I release a long breath. Just fucking great! So this bitch is expecting to marry him. So much for him and I having any chance together.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

DASH

I didn’t want to tell her about the engagement, knowing it would only lead to more fucking questions. But at what point do I stop hiding things from her?

“It seems like a lifetime ago,” I say truthfully. “We had known each other for a long time. Our parents are best friends.”

She gives a rough laugh. “Of course, they are.”

I ignore her and continue. “Senior year, we got together. It didn’t take long for us to get serious. I proposed, she said yes. And then, we split.” I shrug carelessly.

“My gosh,” she says wide-eyed. “Did it really not mean that much to you?” she asks as if she can’t imagine a world where lovers fall in and out of love.

“Do you still love Rodger?” It’s a simple question, yet her face hardens and her body stiffens.

“No.” It comes out as a growl.

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