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“You know, I was trying to be respectful of boundaries and all that good shit, something you obviously don’t seem to know how to do.” My head cocks to one side. “But when you come banging down my date’s door and interrupt my time with said date, I lose any interest in being considerate. Showing up at her door a little too late, don’t ya think, boss?”

“Who the hell are you?” he asks on a growl, brown eyes narrowing into tiny slits.

Fucker is big as hell, maybe a few years older than me, but I can give three shits.

His cock is probably smaller than my pinky.

“I’m the new guy and you should probably get used to seeing me around if you’re gonna make it a habit to drop by unannounced.”

“She’s my wife, I think I’m allowed to be here whenever I want,” he counters, prompting me to choke back a laugh.

“Uhhh, I think you mean ex-wife. She’s your ex, bro, and now, she’s mine, so as much as watching yet another feeble attempt to wi—“

“Okay, enough,” Vida snaps, pushing me backwards until I’m out of sight. “Carl, you need to go, seriously. Please don’t show up here unannounced again—in fact, don’t show up at all. I keep telling you this but, you need to accept we’ve been over for a long time and, no matter how hard you try, I’m not coming back.”

Slam!

Oh yes she did.

Slammed the door tight in his face which in turn drifted a huge smile across mine. Elated and proud of her assertion, I start toward her, my arms outstretched to scoop her up. “You just crushed his ego, baby. I’m so—“

“Shut up, Jagger, just shut up,” she snaps, shaking her hands in frustration.

I stop dead in my tracks like a deflating balloon. “What the hell did I do?”

“Are you serious?” She motions to the door. “That. That’s what you did!”

I’m so completely taken aback, I don’t even know what to say, much less do. “I was helping you get rid of him.”

“No, you were pissing all over me, hoping to intimidate him. It’s bad enough he’s after me on a regular basis. Do you know how much he’s going to harass me now? Why was any of that necessary? What was the point of it all?”

Shit.

Shrugging, I rub a hand down the back of head. “I thought him seeing me might help him realize you’ve moved on.”

“Yeah, well, you thought wrong. I may be over him but I don’t remember asking for your help. I’m a big girl, Jag, I know how to take care of myself. Have some damn manners and stop assuming you can just make decisions for people as you please.”

“Vida, baby, I’m sorry, I had no idea…” I trail off as she lifts a hand, a disgusted expression etched on her face.

“Save it, seriously. Just go.”

“Go where?”

“Go, as in leave,” she states, throwing the door wide open.

My heart shoots up to my throat. My stomach churns. Had I known my actions would’ve lead to this I never would have stepped foot out of the kitchen.

I was just trying to help…

“Baby, I’m sorry. I swear I didn’t—”

Another hand in my face. “Don’t baby me, Jagger. Just go. I need some space.”

“Space? For how long?” I ask, stopping beneath the threshold in hopes she’ll change her mind at the heaping dose of remorse I’m sporting.

“I don’t know.” She shrugs. “Maybe forever.”

And then I, too, had that damn door slammed right in my face.

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