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"I wanted to be a stay at home wife. Take care of the household chores and keep you happy sexually." She says, a little winded.

"You didn't do either of those things. I would be the one cooking and cleaning. I had to beg you for sex. Fucking beg you! You never gave a shit about me." I unlock my truck and slide behind the wheel.

Crocodile tears run down her cheeks. "I should've never left you for Robin. He was awful to me. He didn't want to work and I had to find a job to pay the bills. That money you gave me didn't last as long as I though it would."

I sigh and drop my head back against the headrest. "I never gave you money, Sarah, you stole that from out joint bank account."

She pulls a tissue from her purse and dabs her eyes. "I was forced to get a job, while he sat at home spending all my money. He was never home, never spent any time with me, then he left me for someone else!" she sobs.

I shut the door and start the truck. "Guess the grass isn't always green, huh. Bye, Sarah."

I drive away, leaving her standing in the now empty spot.

Group Date

Luke

"You know this is a date, right!" Gabe yells from somewhere outside my room.

"It’s dinner at CeCe’s. Not a date." I answer back.

"Group date," Gabe confirms, showing up in my doorway. "Go commando. Make’s it easier for Dani girl to give you a handy under the table."

A laugh breaks free. "I highly doubt that’s going to happen."

Gabe flops his massive body on the bed. "I beg to differ," he holds up a hand when I open my mouth to argue. "Did you or did you not have your tongue down her throat and in her pussy last night."

My brows fly up my forehead. "How’d you know that?"

Gabe waves a hand at me. "I have my ways. And did you or did you not have your hands on that banging body." He continues.

"I did." I know where he’s going with this and I’m not liking it.

"And do you or do you not want a repeat of that plus a little extra?" he raises a brow in question.

"I do."

"Then shut your face and lose the boxers." Gabe says. I shoot my ‘loving’ brother a look that he waves off.

"Look. You haven’t been laid since that one nighter with Tasha, the brunette you had a blind date with."

"How, the fuck, did you know that?" I ask.

"She told Carrie, Carrie told me. Carrie was the one to hook you two up remember." Gabe stands. "That is one hell of a dry spell dude, and your hand can only do so much," Gabe smacks something into my palm. "There’s more where that came from," he winks, "now lose the boxers." He walks out, shutting the door behind him.

I look down at the condom he placed in my palm, shaking my head. Does he really think I don’t have con—I can’t even finish that sentence. I drop my head back on my shoulders with a groan. I hate when Gabe is right.

Pulling on my dark wash jeans—over my boxers—and a white button down, I stuff the condom in my wallet—cliché—and I am ready to go.

Gabe’s sprawled on the couch, one leg stretched out with the other on the floor, flipping through movies. "Wear your Docs," he doesn’t even look over at me.

I swipe my keys and head for the door. "Don't you have plans you should be getting ready for?"

"Yep, but I've got three hours to kill." He answers

"Can't you kill them at your place?"

"I could, but I don't want to."

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