Page 65 of Sincerely, Your Enemy

I lean against the railing of the balcony and sip from the red cup in my hand. I spend the next five minutes eavesdropping on three basketball players trying to coax sorority girls into skinny-dipping with them. At least they’re having fun.

Seems like everyone at this party is having a great time but me.

Dia drove me here, and last I checked, she and Finn were dancing in the living room and laughing like two goofballs in love. I’d never ask her to leave just because I’m not having a good time, and getting an Uber would count as a nonessential expense—something I’m desperately trying to cut down on.

In conclusion, I’m stuck here for the foreseeable future.

I glance down at the cup clutched between my fingers.

Ah, fuck it.

I give myself an inner pep talk and tip the cup back to finish my drink. The cheap beer makes me want to gag, but I keep going anyway.

The odds of questionable beer turning an awful evening around are slim to none, but I’ll try anything at this point. Whatever’s needed to get the images of TJ and Heather’s writhing, interlaced bodies out of my head.

I’m almost done with my drink when a dark chuckle sounds inches away from my ear. “You afraid that beer’s going to run away or something?”

A small gasp leaves my mouth, and I spin to find TJ standing right behind me with that damn wicked smirk on his lips.

He must’ve been upstairs for ten minutes, tops—granted, it felt like an hour—but I doubt that would’ve been enough time for him to fuck Heather’s brains out.

“Shouldn’t you be upstairs blowing your load into Heather?” My voice is dripping with venom and a hint of jealousy I wish I could bury.

He shrugs. “Nah, necrophilia’s not my thing.”

Wait, is he saying…

“She was wasted. I put her to bed.”

Oh.

Maybe he’s lying.

Maybe something did happen upstairs, but part of mereallywants to believe him.

I allow myself one glance in his direction. His hair isn’t messed up. Same goes for his clothes. There isn’t a wrinkle to be found on him, and he certainly doesn’t bear the satisfied look of a man who just got his fill.

Okay, I believe him. I don’t think anything actually happened, but that doesn’t give him a pass for dancing with her earlier.

“You didn’t seem to mind when she was practically dry humping you,” I fire back.

“Aw, rich girl, look at you being jealous of Heather.”

An obnoxious laugh rips from my throat as I turn my back to him. “Disgusted is more like it. Heather? I mean, come on, aim a little higher.”

He doesn’t say anything, just stares at me for a few seconds before tugging me to him without a warning.

My efforts to act unbothered fail when his hand comes to wrap around my waist and he brings his hard cock to my ass from behind.

A few giggling sorority girls tumble out of the party house at the same time TJ takes his mouth to my ear and says, “I thought I’d made myself clear when I was playing with your pussy in the locker room. You’re the one I want to fuck, Mattson. Not her.”

One of the sorority girls makes a face at TJ’s verypublicannouncement, and embarrassment colors my cheeks. I pull away, spinning to look at him.

“TJ!”

“What?”

He’s so shameless about it.

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