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“Marcus, honey,” she calls, “will you come help?”

I can hear Gigi’s eye roll from here. I hope she’s told him off by now.

“I planned this so I could talk to you,” Belinda whispers. “About us. We can’t keep flirting at work.”

I turn, ready to snap at Belinda again, and then she’s forcing her body into mine and pushing me against the sink. “What the f—”

She pushes onto her toes, forcing her lips into mine. It’s not a kiss—no way. Just two lips suctioning at skin as I keep my lips tucked behind my teeth. I’m trying to force Belinda away and off of me all the while, while also trying not to hurt this woman, no matter how much I may think I want to at the moment.

“What the hell?” Marcus sees first, poor guy. “What the hell are you doing,bud?”

Belinda tears away from me, eyes wide, lipstick smudging. “He kissed me,” she says quickly. “He just came on to me suddenly. He overpowered me.”

“Cade?” It’s Gigi standing in the entryway now, her blue eyes searching the scene for answers that I can’t begin to give her.

I have no idea what the fuck her mother’s doing.

Chapter twenty-nine

“Marcus,” I hiss when I’m seated next to him in my mother’s living room. “Start explaining. Now.”

He groans, running hands through his hair. “If I said I came here to apologize, you wouldn’t believe me, would you?”

I grit my teeth. “No. Absolutely not.”

Funny to think that at the beginning of the summer I would have died to see Marcus Matteson travel to apologize to me, rom-com style. Now, I don’t want anything less.

“You gotta believe me, Geeg,” he mutters. “I did come here for you. I just…” He scratches the back of his head. “I got distracted at a party, and my buddy bet me to—”

“Wait,” I sneer, holding up a hand to stop him. “You ended up with my mother over abet?”

“I didn’t know it was your mom,Geeg!” Marcus exclaims. “I just thought she was—”

“First of all,” I snap, standing up. I ball my hands into fists at my sides, staring down at Marcus. “It’s Gigi. NotGeeg.”

His hands fly up defensively, his face reddening. “Okay? ButGigi, you’ve gotta understand—”

“Marcus, honey,” Belinda calls from the kitchen, “will you come help?”

Marcus stares up at me, wide-eyed. I step aside, motioning for him to lead the way.

“What the hell?” Marcus exclaims as he rounds the corner to the kitchen. “What the hell are you doing,bud?”

Belinda tears away from Cade, eyes wide, lipstick smudging. “He kissed me,” she says quickly. “He just came on to me suddenly. He overpowered me.”

“Cade?” I ask in a whisper.

He’s in front of me in a second. “Gigi. She started saying all this weird, fucked up—”

“Don’t blame her,” Marcus sneers. “When you were the instigator.”

“In what god damn universe would I ever want to kiss my girlfriend’s mother? You’re just as fucked as she is,” Cade spits as he hooks his thumb toward Belinda, still standing there like a deer in headlights. She’s not even attempting to fix her lipstick. “You have no room to be involved in this,” Cade tells him. “I suggest you go.”

“I should hit you,” Marcus decides, “for making a move on my woman.”

I stare at Marcus, mouth agape. Cade would kill him, but it’s cute that he thinks he has a chance.

“That nutjob,” Cade explains through clenched teeth, “is not your anything.”

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