Page 56 of Deceit

Camilla raises her chin. “I don’t need—“

“Take it,” Kyson grits out. “You’re more trouble than you’re fucking worth.”

He pivots on his heels, clearly already having enough, and I follow, needing some space and my own drug to muddle up my rising temper to less dangerous levels.

When the door clicks shut behind us, Kyson immediately starts on his tangent.

“Let’s not make this a repeating offense, Bish. We’ve dealt with this bitch once, why are we doing it again?”

Call it old habits die hard, I don’t know.

“Not right now.” I wave a hand in the air to get him to shut up. “I’m not in the mood, and I just might kill you.”

“She doesn’t deserve your kindness after the bullshit she’s pulled.”

“Again—“ I yank out my antique cigarette case from my back pocket and pluck out my rolled blunt. “—shut the hell up.”

Kyson steps up on me, almost level to my eyes but, thank fuck for small things, I’m an inch taller. “The fuck is your deal?”

I flick my Zippo lighter. “My what?”

“You think I don’t know?” Kyson furrows his red eyebrows at me. “You think I’m that blind?”

“Later.” I clasp my lips around my joint, then blaze the end.

“This can’t wait.”

I pivot, needing to clear my head. “Yeah, it can.” Kyson palms the back of my tee and yanks, causing me to whirl around, baring my teeth. “What thefuckdid I say?”

“You wanna do this?” He erases the rest of the space between us until we’re almost nose to nose. “Beat my ass over this bitch now? Pull your head out of your ass, Bish, or you’ll never get another chance.”

I push at his chest. “A fucking chance for what?”

“Emmy.”

My eyes shut on their own. Like she has this spelled casted on me to cause my mental pain just to think about what we don’t have anymore.

I don’t want to think about it or her or anything.

Camilla proves to be the best distraction for the events, or lack of that are happening with my wife.

I failed her like she pestered me. We didn’t communicate, we fought, but it would end up in one of us leaving or screwing each other to ignore the real problem.

The humane thing to do would be file for divorce and allow Emmy a chance of happiness.

The selfishness in me refuses to grant her any space, man, or peace without me.

“I’m only going to say this once,” I seethe, feeling a discomfort in my jaw from clenching it so hard. “Then I’m not saying it again.”

“Alright.”

“She doesn’t want me. Do you know what that means? It means no future. That she just craved the bad boy with fucking issues. I’d be better off with Camilla because at least I’d be aware of what I was getting myself into, and I won’t need to hide it from the world or my best friend.”

Kyson opens his mouth, but I beat him to it.

“I’m not getting back with Cam,” I sneer. “Fucking idiot, why the hell would I do that?”

“I wasn’t going to say that,” he stresses out. “I was going to say why would she tell anyone when you’re the way you are? If anything, she was smart as shit to keep her full hand close to her chest.”

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