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I rip my mouth away from hers, gasping for breath, and my cock slips out of her slit. I watch my cum spill out, and it’s like a bucket of cold water.

Shit. What the fuck did I just do?

Dropping her feet to the ground, Emery steadies herself on shaky legs.

I step away, tucking my cock back inside my boxer briefs and zipping up my jeans. “Fuck,” I mumble.

I can’t believe I let it get this far when I know it changes nothing for me. For us.

Emery shimmies, pulling the hem of her dress down. She’s a panting, beautiful mess. A mess I have no business getting involved with right now.

Not after she lied to me, breaking my trust. And my heart along with it.

Chapter thirty-five

Emery

“Mason,” I pant, mybreathing still labored after our explosive encounter.

I don’t know what I was thinking, letting it get this far. There is still so much left unsaid, but per usual, when it comes to us, we can’t fight the physical connection that binds us together.

Mason’s back is to me, but from the muttered fucks he keeps repeating, I know he’s freaking out over what just happened.

“Mason,” I repeat his name.

He shakes his head, refusing to turn around.

“Please look at me.”

“No.” He runs his hands through his hair, tugging on the ends. “This was a mistake. Fuck!” he yells, spinning around, his eyes wild. He looks like a caged animal—scared, angry, and in pain.

It breaks my heart seeing him like this, knowing I did that to him.

“Let’s just talk. Please,” I plead.

He schools his features; the way I’d imagine he does when he’s in charge at work. “No. Just because wefucked, doesn’t mean things are magically fixed between us. Like I said, this was a mistake. It never should have happened. It was nothing,” he declares harshly, leaving no room for argument.

He’s already decided to throw in the towel. Any hope I held onto that we could fix us evaporates, and in its place, anger takes over.After everything, he still won’t let me explain the dumpster fire that is my family and the situation I got myself into after college.

“Nothing? Wow. You really know how to drive home that we’re done. I get it. It’s fine. I hope you enjoyed your cheap fuck.”

“Em—” He reaches for me, but I step back.

If he were to touch me now, I might break down and cry.

“No. You’re right. It was just sex, right? It meant nothing. We mean nothing.” I run my hands over my dress and pull my shoulders back.

I will not shed another tear for a man who thinks I’m nothing but a meaningless fuck in the bathroom of a shitty bar. I amsodone with people treating me like I’m worthless. I refuse to let people use me anymore. I have had enough of people using me and making their love conditional. I know I fucked up, but I don’t deserve this. I deserve more.

“Listen—”

I scoff, cutting him off. He did not just seriously say that to me. After weeks of ignoring me. The fucking balls on this guy.

“No.” I shake my head, allowing the anger coursing in my veins to take over, and push back the pain he has inflicted on my heart. “Just… You know what? Fuck you, Mason. I’m done. I won’t let you treat me this way. I thought you were different. Joke’s on me. You’re just like everyone else in my life—an undependable, self-serving, selfish asshole.”

“Yeah, well, I thought you were a good person. Honest. Instead, I come to find out that you’re a liar. You’re all smoke and mirrors, baby.”

“Thank you.”

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