Page 3 of Accidental Roommates

She glances away. “Yeah.”

“Get out,” I say to her.

She looks at me with her sad eyes and pouty lips. I used to think it was cute when she made that face. Now it makes me sick.

“Jace, I’m really sorry,” she says.

“No, you’re not. You didn’t even try to hide it. You did it in my own damn house!”

“We thought you had to work,” she says in a hurried voice. “I swear, we never would’ve done it here if we knew you’d be home early.”

“Like that makes me feel better? Do you even know why I’m home early? Why I missed work?”

“No.” Her sculpted brows draw together. “Am I forgetting something?”

I shake my head and sigh. “Just get out.”

“No, tell me why you left work.” She steps closer to me. “What’s today?”

I look her in the eye. “It’s our anniversary. Our two year anniversary. We met two years ago today.”

“Oh.” She looks down, her long blond hair falling over her face.

I used to think she was so beautiful. Long silky blond hair. Bright blue eyes. The hottest damn body I’d ever seen. But now? I don’t see beauty at all. All I see are lies and deceit and betrayal.

Dax was right. She never loved me.

Still covering herself with Carter’s shirt, she sneaks around me and gathers her clothes from the floor.

“I really am sorry, Jace.” She hurries to the bathroom and shuts the door.

I’m left facing Carter, who looks awkward and uncomfortable as he holds the sheet over himself.

He glances at me. “Sorry. I didn’t mean for this to happen. I never even thought of Nikki that way until—”

“I don’t want to hear it. There’s no excuse for what you did. We were friends. Roommates. Teammates. And you go behind my back and steal my girlfriend?”

“It’s not like that. I told you, I didn’t plan this. I—”

“Get out!” I yell, seething with anger, my hands forming fists as I glare at him.

“What do you mean?”

“Pack your stuff and get the hell out. You have fifteen minutes. Whatever’s not out by then is going in the trash.”

“You’re kicking me out? But I live here. I already paid rent.”

“This is my place, not yours, and I decide who rents here. As for the rent you paid me, it doesn’t even begin to make up for what you did.”

“Jace, you can’t be serious. You’re just pissed right now. Take some time to calm down and we’ll talk this out later.”

I step closer to him. “Get the fuck out of my house.”

“It’s not your house. It’s your uncle’s house. And if I ask him—”

“He’ll back me up. Trust me. He’s been cheated on before. He’ll take my side on this.”

“Where the hell am I gonna live?”

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