Page 26 of Dirty Little Mistake

Kaia: Yes, all.

Kaia: If you're looking for someone specific, then just ask.

I huffed out a laugh. Kaia was so naive when it came to a lot of things, but she was super quick to pick up on my subtle bullshit.

Trystan: Just seeing what you're up to tonight.

That was a lie, and she'd see through it, but I had all the information I needed. They were all at the bar where Kaia worked, and I was about ninety-nine percent sure Cam was part of 'all.'

Shoving my phone into the pocket of my jeans, I pushed off my bike and reached into my pocket, pulling out the keys to my truck. Typically, when in a hurry, I used my bike, but since I was going to a bar and I had no idea what the outcome of tonight would be, I decided to take the truck in case someone had to drive me home.

It took me fifteen minutes longer than it would have on my bike to get to the dumpy little bar. Sliding out of my truck, I headed for the entrance and searched the parking lot for her car.

It wasn't here.

My chest constricted because that meant one of two things: either she wasn't here, or she was here with someone else. It could just be Kaia, but it could be a date.

I shoved open the door, and my throat tightened as my gaze landed on her... With Owen at the bar.

Jealousy spread through me as I watched her smile at him, and I wanted to rip his face off. Jealousy wasn't really my thing because I'd never liked anyone enough to give a fuck.

"Fuck this," I growled, twisting to leave but froze when Owen dropped his mouth to her ear. The jealousy brewing in my gut turned to anger, and I stormed forward, pushing through the crowd on the dance floor to get to her at the bar.

"We need to talk," I shouted over the music.

"Trystan?" Her brows pulled together in confusion.

"Hey, what's up, man?" Owen smiled.

My lip curled into a snarl as my gaze shifted back to her.

"What are you doing here?" She narrowed her eyes. "I told you I had plans."

"We need to talk," I grunted, resisting the urge to throw her over my shoulder and carry her out of this shithole. "Alone. Now."

"Yeah, okay." She sighed. Her gaze shifted to Owen. "I'll be back in just a second."

He smiled, and I refrained from saying, 'No, she won't' because the truth was I had never been so unsure of something in my entire life.

I let her lead the way back through the crowd and out the front door into the parking lot.

She stopped twisting to face me. "What is it, Trystan?" She crossed her arms over her chest, shoving her full tits up in her low-cut yellow top.

"Are you here with him?"

Blowing out a heavy sigh, she nodded. "Yes."

I bluffed, and she'd called me on it. "If you're trying to make me jealous..."

"I didn't invite you here," she cut me off. "I didn't tell you anything you didn't ask. I'm not playing a game with you, Trystan. I respect your honesty. I respect that we don't want the same things. I'm not one of those girls who's hoping that I'm the one who's going to change you."

"So you decided that you weren't interested."

She raised her chin and squared her shoulders. "I decided that I deserved better. I deserved more."

She did deserve better, but I couldn't convince myself that I should walk away and never look back. That I should let her go.

"You said you wanted an open relationship, so I'm not sure why it matters anyway."

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