Page 12 of The Enemy of My Enemy Is… My Fake Boyfriend?

"Don't swear at me. You know I hate that."

"Like I give a shit about that right now. Mind telling me why you changed the goddamn fucking code?"

"Mind telling me why you had your dick inside Hannah?"

"What?" He scowled at me. "I have no idea what you're even talking about." He didn't even hesitate. Not even a split second. It was pathological how easily he lied.

He stormed inside like he owned the place, slamming the door shut behind him, and for a moment, I doubted myself, doubted what I'd seen last night with my own two eyes.

"So you're going to deny it?"

He whirled to face me, eyes flashing. "Denywhat?"

My God, the lying was unbelievable. "I saw you, Chase. I saw you and Hannah in a broom closet, your pants around your ankles, having sex with her."

There was no way he could deny that.

He shook his head. "You're fucking delusional. If you did indeed see that, it wasn't me. It was someone else. And I highly doubt it was Hannah either."

"Oh, yeah? You think I mistook my own fiancé's ass? Isawyou. I heard you. And then I watched you walk down the hall afterwards with her."

"If you were so sure it was me, why didn't you confrontme?" He did angry finger quotes around the word me.

"Because I was shocked. Stunned. Frozen in place. Out of my mind."

"You were out of your mind all right. Jesus." He turned toward the bedroom. "I'm going to go get some proper sleep."

And here I was... stunned yet again. That was it? He had denied all then thought we'd just go back to being the Aria and Chase we'd been before last night?

Sucking in a breath, I tried to organize the jumbled thoughts in my head. How did you confront an outright liar like this, someone who just denied everything you said? Was it truly his word against mine?

He stopped walking suddenly, his back going rigid before his steely voice rang out. "What the fuck is that?"

I peered around him, trying to see the source of this new wave of wrath, and spotted the pile of shredded suits.

Stomping off to the bedroom, I heard his shout, assuming he had found his empty part of the closet. Hangers clattered to the ground. Drawers slammed.

My heart took off in a gallop, suddenly a little scared to be honest. Never in our relationship had I even been slightly scared. But I'd never seen him this mad before. And obviously, I didn't truly know this man... or what he was capable of.

I thought of his watches, hisPatek Philippe that he was so proud of, and the blood in my veins suddenly froze. If I had been smart or had any wits about me, I would have taken this opportunity to run. But I couldn't move. In a fight or flight situation, I froze.

He stormed back into the room, coming up far too close to me. "You fucking bitch," he spat out.

At the feel of his spittle on my face, something inside me broke loose, some of the fear fading. "Don't you dare call me that."

"I'll call you whatever the hell I want," he hissed, his entire face a mottled red. "How dare you destroy all of my stuff, everything I've worked damn hard for."

"And how dare you cheat on me," I countered.

"My God, I didn't cheat on you. When are you going to get that through your thick skull?"

And there it was again. That absolute certainty. But at this point, the cheating didn't even matter. Because this was not how I should ever be spoken to. Ever.

"You need to get out," I demanded, standing up straight, using my height to my advantage. After all, Chase had always hated how tall I was and didn't like me wearing heels. "This ismyplace. Not yours."

His eyes narrowed dangerously. "Oh, is that how you're going to play it? Like you didn't beg me to move in with you and make a big fucking show about how this place belonged to both of us now."

"It'smine," I insisted. "You gave up any rights to it the minute you fucked Hannah."

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