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I mimicked his expression. “You really thought I would let it end like this? God, you really don’t know anything about me,” I laughed with a shake of my head.

“You made your decision. There’s no reason for you to show up here unannounced,” he spat.

I wanted to slap him.

Kick him in the balls and make him suffer for talking to me like this.

Sure, I told him I wouldn’t give up camming for him, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t change my mind about it.

“Let me in so we can talk about it,” I offered, crossing my arms in front of my body to show him just how serious I was about this.

I had already dropped a few men because of him, and if he’d let me in, I was sure I would do the same with the rest of them.

Even Garett.

“Go home, Valley,” he pushed, not up for a confrontation.

“Don’t tell me you’re over me already. You fucked me. You showed me the real you, and now you expect that I just leave and never return again?”

“Go, before I call your father,” he warned.

“Do you really think I’m here without a damn reason, Riggs?” I asked, ignoring his threat. “Do you really think I would show up here just to get a rise out of you?”

“Don’t know you any other way,” he muttered.

“Where would that get me after all those nights you showed your true colors to me? You don’t really wanna push me away, and you damn well know it.”

I was frustrated with myself but mostly with him.

“Where’d you get the nerve to be such a dick?” I spat, trying to turn my anger down a notch.

Even without any neighbors close by, my voice definitely could be heard at the houses down the street.

He stared at me for a while, and if my eyes weren’t deceiving me, I saw the corners of his mouth turn up slightly.

So this was amusing to him?

Was he just playing hard to get?

“Go home, Valley,” he repeated, this time in a calmed, gentler voice.

I snorted and almost stomped my foot on the ground.

“Fine. We’re playing by your rules again. But there’s one thing you’re forgetting, Riggs…”

I stepped closer to him, poking my finger into his chest and looking up at him with narrowed eyes.

“This game isn’t over,” I whispered, moving my hand down to cup his crotch and squeezing it tightly.

“Not until I say it is.”

But not even that made him rethink his choice of not letting me in. He pushed my hand away, took a step back and nodded toward my car.

“Go.”

And so I did, already planning a way to get back at him for this.

Feisty.

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