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“I’m out of here.”

“Never in a million years would this be what I wanted. I never meant for this to happen.”

“You mean you thought you’d never get caught? Have your cake and eat it too. Play me and Sabrina.”

“That’s not what I was doing. Not intentionally.” She pushes against me, and I loosen my grip. “Please don’t go, Kie. I want to fix this.”

“There’s no fixing this. She’s having your baby and I’m what? Supposed to play step mommy or continue being your side piece.”

“You have never been my side piece.”

“Then what would you call me? I’m damn sure not the woman you live with. The one that you’re loyal to. I will never forgive you for this. You’ve lost me forever.”

“Baby.”

“Stop, Jimmy. Just stop and let me go,” she whispers, her voice full of so much pain that my heart squeezes tight in my chest and shatters.

She’s right. I royally fucked up. “I love you, Kiesha.”

“No, Jimmy. You don’t love anyone except maybe yourself.”

“Kiesha.”

“No. I need some space. I need time to process this. I need you to let me go. I’m done asking.”

“You’re right, you deserve that,” I say finally, releasing her from my hold before I slide out of the booth. She hesitates for amoment, looking at me as if she wants to say something else, but then shakes her head.

“I’m sorry, Kie.”

She shoves her palm up in my face, giving me one last hard look before walking away.

Chapter Twenty-two

My heart feels as though it’s been ground up into nothing but pulp. Jimmy cheated on me. I’m not even sure if that’s what I should be calling it. But he betrayed me and I’m so damn heartbroken. I don’t know if I’m mad or just sad. I want to hate him and curse him out of existence, and yet I miss him. It’s been a week since he told me that Sabrina is pregnant with his baby. I’ve tried keeping myself busy looking for a summer job and helping my mom out with my little sister.

Anything to keep myself from unblocking his number and telling him I don’t care about the baby or Sabrina. I only want to be with him. I can’t do that, though. I respect myself more than that.

If I wanted to be petty, I’d tell my mom, Prodigy, and Link everything. As hurt as I am, I don’t want to ruin his shot at the club. They’d kill him if they knew that all this time he was stringing me along and filling my head with lies. I want to believe that part of what we shared was real. That he did love me or whatever he considers loving someone. If he even knows the meaning of the word.

Some days I think he just got in over his head and others I am back to hating him.

No matter what I do or where I go, I’m reminded of memories of him. Nowhere is safe. Not the park where I take my little sister. Not my favorite ice cream shop. Ordering a pizza. Everything is tainted by thoughts of him.

I hate leaving my room most days, but know if I sulk, my mom will ask more questions than she already has been. She thinks I’m sad about Sam being so distant lately. I let her think it’s true. It’s safer than telling her the truth.

Even snuggling with my Fireball makes me think of him because he came up with her stupid name.

Another week passes me by in a blur.

Most of the club is back from their ride to California.

I overheard my mom say that Smoke and Ember got married. Jimmy told me they broke up, but maybe that was part of his lie also.

My phone buzzes with a call from my Aunt Pam. I almost send her to voicemail, but remember that she was supposed to call me if she found out anything about Jimmy. Maybe I’m a glutton for punishment. Hearing anything about him is only going to further break my heart, and yet I have to know. Whatever it is.

“Hello.”

“Sorry, I’m just getting around to calling, but things have been crazy.”

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