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It made me more convinced Max was a liar to his soul, and I’d saved Landon from someone who could never love her the way she deserved.

I gave a slow smile. “Gotcha. Good to know.”

Max frowned, trying to figure out if I was serious or fucking with him. But it didn’t matter any longer. We were done.

“I hope you remember you did this to all of us. You screwed everyone and destroyed Landon’s friendships.”

I shrugged. “It is what it is.”

Max cursed and stood up. “Good luck in LA. You’re probably better staying out there with your new buddies. Doubt there’s anything back here for you. Because you’re putting a hell of a lot of pressure on Landon, when you’re just her transitional, fuck-you fling. I almost feel sorry for you, Adam.” He paused and shook his head. “Almost.”

Then he walked out.

I stared at the empty door. And I tried with all of my inner soul to believe he was lying. That Landon was my soul mate.

But his words had dug under my skin, itched, and buried in for the long haul.

Chapter Thirty-Three

Landon

Listen to Breaking Me

by Topic & A7S

“How’s it going, sweetheart?”

At the sound of Adam’s voice, I wanted to jump through the phone and touch him; snuggle against his hard chest and let go of all this awful tension while he made me feel good, satisfying my body and soul in ways I’d never imagined. Instead, I sucked it up and tried hard not to whine.

After all, he’d warned me plenty of times not to do this show. And after one full week of endless shooting, I had to admit he’d been right.

I was completely miserable.

I injected fake cheer into my voice. “Good. The crew is pretty nice, and I’ve gotten close to one of the girls here, Brenna. But it’s truly a dump. They named it correctly.”

His low laugh stroked all the nerve endings in my body. “Are you shoveling horse manure in platform shoes?” he teased.

“Close. My costumes are Daisy Dukes, high heels and shirts tied halfway up my stomach. They even braided my hair the other day and put in sparkly ribbons. I felt like I was in a porno.”

His voice took on a bit of edge. “You can say no, princess.”

“Like I do with you?”

“I love when you say no to me,” he murmured. “Then I get to convince you all the ways to scream yes.”

I shivered. It was getting harder to be away from Adam each day, especially in this hell hole. I bit my lip and wondered if I should be honest. Just cry on his virtual shoulder and ask him what to do.

God, I hated it here.

“I think saying no here means a different thing,” I said, trying to keep it light. “Saying no to you is so much more fun. How’s everything there?”

“Getting ready to leave next week. Our sets are pretty tight now so I’m confident we’ll kill it in LA. Started bonding with the guys more. Maybe because…” he trailed off but I picked up his thought.

“Because you’re not hanging with the group any longer.”

“Yeah. It’s definitely weird. Girls been in touch?”

“Elle calls and checks in. Gabby texted, and Daisy wrote me this long ass text saying again how she was sorry and missed me.”

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