Page 5 of Pitiful Lies

I have to be honest, though. Angel made no promises or declarations. And after seeing him in the Den with a skinny blonde perched on his lap, I didn’t need any.

I dated cheaters before, and it never ended well for me. I wouldn’t do it again.

So, I ran.

I took the easy way out.

I skipped town when my best friend was about to have a baby, and I did it for the most cowardly reason of all.

Because my feelings were hurt.

Pitiful, right?

Fuck.

I am not usually such a wimp, but I just couldn’t face a lying, cheating bastard like Angel Fury.

Anna and Maria will forgive me. That’s what best friends do.

I just need some time to myself. Away from my mess. Time to heal and forget whatever that was I allowed to happen between us.

The fact is, it’s over now. I have to move on. I will move on.

Because I’m a motherfucking badass, and Angel Fury is nothing to me.

Liar.

I wince as the word enters my brain and I force it out just as quickly as it snuck in.

I can get over this, over him, I know I can.

It’s just a matter of time.

PROLOGUE THREE-GISELLE

Almost two months later.

I close my phone after checking out the newest images of Nico Jr. that Anna just sent over and I will myself not to cry.

Fuck.

Everything is so fucked up. I don’t know what to do anymore.

I know it’s stupid and weak, but after seeing Angel with that beautiful blonde stranger plastered all over him, I couldn’t just stick around.

I had to leave town.

For weeks, Angel made me believe we were an item.

The real deal.

Sure, it all happened unconventionally. I mean, I did toss a beer in his face, and he did kinda force me to play his girlfriend.

But somewhere the lines got blurred. I went from acting a part to believing it.

Maybe it was when he bent me over the sofa in his office, lifted my skirt, and fucked me from behind like a man on a mission.

Or it could have been when he drove me home later and cupped my face tenderly, kissing me until I damn near melted into a puddle of goo.

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