Page 105 of Rush of Jealousy

“How sweet,” I bite back.

“I don’t need your smart mouth right now.”

“Well, I don’t need to wear the garment that your ex-fuck-thing picked out.” I make a face. “You definitely fill it out,”I mock in a pipsqueak voice. I grind my teeth together to keep from saying exactly where he can put the stupid coat. I know I am being petty, but I can’t keep myself from changing course.

“Quit being that way, Angie. And quit fighting me about wearing it. You can take it off in the car if you hate it that badly.”

“What number is she?”

“What?”

“I am thirteen. So what does that make her?”

He rubs a hand over his face, looking distraught and stressed. “I have no fucking clue. Why are you doing this?”

“There’s a bigger issue than the coat, Graham.” Although having an ex-girlfriend pick out clothes for the new…

I stop myself from thinking that I am or can be more to Graham than just a thrill or a challenge. I shove those thoughts back inside the comfort of my head. I thrust open the door and walk out into the chilled air.

He catches up with me and stops me with a jerk of my upper arm. “What? What’s the bigger issue?”

“Are you really that clueless?” I ask, turning my whole body on him so that I can stand my ground. “You have absolutely no idea what just happened in there?” I ask, pointing back to the restaurant. When he genuinely looks confused, I continue with my rant. “I think the fact that you’re oblivious pisses me off the most. Surely you could see how Ria just talked to me. How can you not understand how weird it is for me to be surrounded by your ex-lovers at every turn?”

Graham’s sigh is audible. “You are making a scene, when we can have this conversation in the privacy of my car.”

He’s the one who asked—no, demanded!

My stubbornness wins in regard to not wanting to talk to him anymore. I follow Graham down the sidewalk but forgo the idling car altogether. Instead I keep walking.

“Angie!”

“I just need to take a breather.”

“Well, do it in the car!”

I turn and glare at him. “No. I’ll suffocate in all of your chauvinistic masculine energy!”

“What the hell!”

“You and your double standards,” I rant. “I am so over this. You can stuff all of your ex-girlfriends up your ass one by one, because that’s where they’ve been living since I came into the scene anyway!”

“Angie, get in the car!”

I turn and prop my hands on my hips. “How many more are going to pop out of nowhere, Graham? Huh?” I huff the air out of my lungs. “And they all must love your magical golden cock because they all flock to sing your praises!” I stomp my feet as I make my way farther down the road. “Unfuckingbelievable! That’s what it is.”

“We can talk about this!”

“Leave…”

“Angie…”

“Me…”

“Angela!”

“Alone!”

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