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“So, how was it?” he asks. “Did you get two hotties?”

“Sure did,” I say, knowing there is no way I can tell him about Devon. He’d kill her before I got a chance to do anything about it. Then he’d kill me, not only for buying her, but for not telling him.

“Then why are you on the phone with me? Tire them out already? They lightweights?”

Shit, hadn’t thought of that.

“They’re showering,” I answer quickly. “Getting ready. Needed to make sure you were alive.”

Dane laughs. “Well, have a good night, Tatum. Enjoy all that pussy and give them a little lick for me.”

“You’re an idiot, Dane.” I end the call and drop my phone to the couch.

I love him, he’s probably the only person on the planet I’ll admit that about, but he can be so goddamn annoying at times.

I scroll through my options on the TV and can’t find a thing that looks interesting. TV sucks this time of night, and even during peak times I hardly find anything worth watching. It doesn’t keep my attention the way it did when I was a kid. Maybe spending so much time watching cartoons when I was younger fucked up my attention span. But that’s what happens when you have a father who is more interested in pussy than his kid.

I put on sports highlights, hoping the drawl of the announcers will put me to sleep, and pick up my phone to go through emails. I told myself I wouldn’t work this weekend, but going through emails isn’t really working, is it? It’s not like I have anything else to do. My weekend plans fell through, and now here I am, stuck in a penthouse with the girl I hate. I was supposed to be getting laid and having orgies all weekend. And instead, I doubt I’ll even get a hard-on worth taking care of with her around.

Why the hell did I do this? What am I even doing?

That little voice in my head keeps asking the same questions. Has been since we got into the limo. Everything set in when we were stuck together in such a small space. But my answer hasn’t changed.

I’m getting revenge because it’s the only way I’ll ever get past this shit with Devon. Harboring hate for her is stupid, which is why I can’t keep doing it forever.

I need to get over what she did to me, and the only way I’ll do that is by making her hurt as badly as I did. She needs to understand my pain. Only then will I feel satisfied. Only then will I finally be able to move on.

Chapter Eleven

Devon

I pace the room, cell phone in hand. I want to call Summer to vent, but it’s late. Waking her up at this time of night when she has a toddler isn’t nice, but I fear if I don’t get this off my chest, I won’t sleep at all.

So, I suck it up and call her.

“Hello?” she answers in a sleepy voice.

“Oh my god, Summer, you’re going to kill me,” I blurt out.

“What? Why? Are you okay? Are you hurt?” Her voice is more alert now.

“No, I’m okay. I’m fine.”

She clears her throat, and I hear the sheets rustle. “Then what is going on? It’s nearly three.”

“I know. I’m so sorry to wake you, but I’m freaking out.”

“Why?” she urges.

I blow out a breath and explain.

“This sucks because of the NDA, but I did something stupid. Really stupid. Okay, well, what I did wasn’t stupid, it actually helped me a lot and got me a lot of money, but the end result…” I groan, not wanting to say it but if I don’t, I’m going to go crazy.

“What, Devon? What is it?” she snaps.

“The end results sucks because I’m stuck in a penthouse in Chicago with Tatum all weekend!”

“Wait, what? Tatum Winters? Your ex? Your brother’s best friend, Tatum?”

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