Page 106 of Exes and Oh Hell No

I’ve had sex with two people in my life.

Ford and the guy I dated who works on campus, Jeffrey Morrison.

Jeffrey.

I haven’t thought about him in a long time.

He was hurt when I ended things with him, but he was getting too serious about us too quickly. He was monopolizing all my time, showing up at my apartment unexpectedly, leaving me flowers and notes constantly, and demanding to know my whereabouts.

For the first time, I wonder if we were wrong to blame Todd.

I snap out of my daze when Ford moves to the smashed coffee table and bends down to grab something.

Peering over his shoulder, I gasp when I see what he’s holding.

Pictures.

Of Ford and me in the woods.

My back against the tree, Ford’s body shielding most of mine, ecstasy all over my face as Ford fucked me.

“Oh, God.” I slap my hand over my mouth, feeling the bile rising. “S-Someone was w-watching us?”

Ford blows out a breath, his tone murderous. “Obviously.”

His hand shakes, his face red from rage. “Todd is gonna fucking die.”

He pulls from my grip, pacing around, surveying the damage in the living room.

His energy is frenetic, and his thirst for vengeance is so strong that it chokes me.

“F-Ford?” My voice shakes. “I-It may not be Todd.”

Ford whips around so fast that I gasp, cowering beneath his glare.

“What. Do. You. Mean?” he growls, his eyes narrowing, his expression murderous.

“I-I dated someone on campus. We broke up seven months ago.”

I blow out a breath, my hands going through my hair.

I can’t look at Ford right now.

Forcing the words out as fast as I can, I give Ford a brief history of Jeffrey and me.

When I tell him my reasons for ending things, I finally glance at him.

His knuckles are white, and his jaw is clenched so tightly, I’m shocked his teeth haven’t shattered.

Even though I’m shaking, I slowly approach him. “I’m sorry. This was before you and me?—”

“Don’t care. I’m gonna fucking kill him.”

“We don’t have any proof?—”

“I’ll get fucking proof,” he roars, losing his composure.

The rage swirling off him is deadly, scaring me, even though I know Ford wouldneverhurt me.

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