Page 10 of My Rules

I roll my eyes and reply.

It was nice knowing you.

Not really.

I hit send, then swipe through and block his number.

I get out of the bath in a rush and turn the shower on. Even just receiving that text makes me feel dirty. He’s probably sent that exact cock shot to at least three hundred women. Recycled, used dick.

Ugh . . . gross.

I soap up my hands and begin to scrub my skin.

It’s official: I hate men.

Blake

Knock, knock, knock sounds at the door.

“Who is knocking at this hour of the morning?”

I put my bread in the toaster and walk out to answer the front door. I open it to find Rebecca standing there.

“Bec.”

“Can I come in?” She’s still in her pajamas, and I frown as I look her up and down.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. Can I come in or not?” she snaps impatiently.

“Sure.”

“So, I was thinking about what you said last night,” she says as she follows me into the kitchen.

“Yeah.” My toast pops, and I hold a piece up. “Want some?”

“No thanks.”

I go to the fridge and open it. I peer in.

Rebecca pulls out the stool to sit at the kitchen counter and frowns. “What is this?” She holds up a mauve lace bra on her fingertip.

Yeesh ... What’s that doing there? I snatch it out of her hand. “It’s Antony’s,” I lie.

“Why would Antony be wearing a mauve bra?”

“Because it matches his mauve panties, that’s why,” I snap. “What do you want?”

She sits down on the stool. “What is a douchedar, and how do I use it?”

Chapter 2

Rebecca

“What do you mean?” Blake frowns.

“Well, you said last night that Michael showed up on your douchedar.”

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