Page 172 of My Rules

The beauty of Blake is that he knows my history ... the downside is that I know his.

I pull out my phone.

Six missed calls.

John.

Fuck.

Leave me alone already.

Now that I have the house, I want nothing to do with him ever again. The phone rings in my hand. It’s him. Of course it is. He knows I’m on break at this time of the day. I need to set him straight.

“Hello,” I snap.

“Hi, Rebecca,” he says all happy-like.

“Why are you calling me? Has your Barbie collection become boring?”

“Very funny.”

“I think so.” I smirk. Being a bitch to John really does give me pleasure.

“I’m calling to see if you got my flowers.”

“They arrived.” I roll my eyes. “Yes.”

“Did you like them?”

“I threw them in the trash, John. I want nothing to do with you. Stop calling me.”

“You don’t mean that.”

“Ahh . . . yes. I do.”

“Can we go out on a date over the weekend? Like old times.”

I screw up my face. This man is a fucking idiot. “Absolutely not. I don’t even want to speak to you. I’m serious, John. Go back to Barbie town. Our ship has sailed.”

“I know you don’t mean that.”

“Are you ignorant, dumb, or just plain stupid?” I whisper angrily. “We are over—forever.” I look around to see if anyone can hear me.

“If we were over, you would have divorced me.”

I frown.

“But you didn’t, and you don’t even realize it yet, but deep down, you didn’t want to get a divorce either.”

Honestly, this man is the living end. I’m selling pictures of my damn feet just to pay the fucking bills. How dare he think that he can even call me, let alone demand a date.

“The only reason I signed that contract is because I want the house.” I hold the phone really close to my ear, hoping that nobody else can hear me. “That’s it. Get the hell out of my life, and if you call me again, I’m blocking your number.”

“You block my number, I’m coming over to your house.”

“Then I’m getting a restraining order against you.”

“Do that and I am pressing assault charges on your psycho neighbor.”

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