Page 10 of Undeniably Enemies

“None of your business, that’s how many.”

“Essentially, you used my dick to pop your cherry so you could go around and fuck as many guys as you want?”

She smirks evilly. “Something like that. At least that night was good for something.”

Jealousy and resentment shoot up through me like a geyser.

“I’d call you a slut if I thought you’d care.” The words hurdle past my lips, and I instantly regret them. I don’t think she’s a slut. In fact, I hate that word. I believe women can screw around with whomever they want, and there should be no repercussions for it. Hell, it’s not a word I’ve ever used in my life.

Until now. And the impact on her is instant.

“Fuck you, Jack!” she yells, her expression laced with fury. “You didn’t give two shits about me that night. All you cared about was Owen.”

“You don’t know anything.” My temper flares. “Of course I cared about Owen. He’s my best friend, and I fucked his little sister. What was I supposed to do, Wren? Rejoice in betraying him? I was a piece of shit for what I did. But that didn’t mean I didn’t care about you!”

“Yeah. You really showed me that.” She scoffs, sarcasm dripping from her lips. “In fact, you would have been much happier if I’d stayed that mysterious Cinderella, and you never knew the truth, right?”

I can’t deny that, so I stay silent.

Her arms fold, and she nods victoriously as if she just proved her point. “Newsflash, Jack. The feeling is mutual. Youregretted me the second you came, but that didn’t stop you from fucking me, did it?”

I step into her, crowding her, hovering above her when I need to keep my distance and my sanity. “Oh, like you didn’t use me?” I snarl. “You begged me for it. You didn’t even tell me you were a virgin, and you sure as hell weren’t going to tell me your name. You were all set to throw that on some poor, unsuspecting bastard who certainly didn’t deserve that piece of you.”

“You didn’t deserve it either,” she hisses icily, glaring up at me with vitriol seeping from her pores.

She’s right. I didn’t deserve it. I wanted it, but I didn’t deserve it. Still, it pinches the nerve that was already open and exposed. The one that was sliced open that day on the field and shredded once again by Tilly.

My face dips until I’m inches from hers. Then I grin like the asshole I am. “Sucks for you that I’ll always be the guy you gave it to.”

Her eyes narrow and her fists ball up. “I’d rather have given it to anyone but you.”

“And I wish Cinderella had been anyone but you,” I counter. “So I guess we’re even.”

It’s true. That night has haunted me for over a year. It’s been harder to get over than almost anything. I’ve weathered storm after storm, heartache after heartache. But Wren Fritz finally managed to break me.

“I hate you.”

I chuckle. “Such a childish response. Are you even legal to be in this bar?”

She straightens her spine, and the act puts us closer. So close I can see every fleck of blue in her eyes and every tiny freckle that dots her nose. So close that I can smell whatever fruity drink she had, along with the hint of her subtle perfume I like so much. Still, she doesn’t shrink back. Not this girl.

“Screw you, Jack. I may be young, and you can call me achild all you want, but I’m not the one throwing a temper tantrum and butting in on business that doesn’t concern me. I am more than adult enough to live my life how I want to, and that includes having sex with any man I choose. And I won’t make apologies to you for it.”

I step to the side and pan my hand back toward the bar. “Screw me, you already did. So go and enjoy your night, Cinderella. Good luck finding that prince to fuck you half as well as I did. I’ll happily stay your villain, and with any luck, I won’t have to see you again for at least another year.”

Or longer, since now I have no plans to return home anytime she’s here.

She slams her shoulder into me as she storms back into that bar, but I can’t turn around and watch her go. Everything sinks. My throat into my chest. My heart into my stomach. My stomach into my feet.

Fuck.Fuck!

The side of my fist pounds the wall.

Why did I say those things to her? Why didn’t I just apologize and tell her… Christ, what could I have told her? She’s ten years younger than me. She lives in Seattle, and I live in LA. Hell, she’s still in fucking college. Best yet, she’s Owen’s little sister, which automatically makes her eternally off-limits.

But more than all those things, I don’t want to be with her. I don’t. Even if she weren’t a total pain in the ass, all wrong for me, and Owen’s sister, those days are done for me. So again, what was I going to say to her? I have nothing to offer her.

My head meets my hands. I can’t handle the feelings stirring inside of me, and I certainly can’t stand to see if she finds some random guy and pulls him into the bathroom just to spite me.

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