Page 71 of Worthy

Don’t be an idiot.

I roll my eyes.Thanks for the reminder, past Tate. Iwill notbe an idiot.

Swipe to ignore.

A few seconds later, a text pops up, and I growl.I will not read you.

My mood is souring fast, and I really fucking hate Lance Hardy for killing it the way onlyhecan. He’s been cockblocking me since that night… The first time I ever went to a gay club, and I made the mistake of bringing mystraightfriend.

I guess I’ll have to settle for fucking myself tonight.No matter. I’m an excellent fuck.

Traipsing into the bedroom, I plop onto the bed and pull up PornHub on my phone. I’m absentmindedly scrolling through videos for a few minutes when something catches my eye. Squinting at the screen, I click on the video, watching the bodies move. They both lookveryfamiliar, one more than the other. Their faces are blurred, but rather shoddily because a few errant movements and I’m able to catch their profiles.

“Holy fuck…” I gasp, eyes widening.

It’s Ben and Ryan.

Jesus, these two…They clearly have some very strong exhibitionism kinks going on in their marriage. First, fucking in wide open rooms for the whole world to see, and now posting videos of them fucking on the Hub… for theactualworld to see.

I’m chewing on my lower lip, watching Ben smash his cock into Ryan and shivering at the revelation that apparently sweet Harper is quite versatile, when a new text pops up at the top of my screen. My eyes jump, expecting it to be from fucking Hardy. But it’s not.

It’s from my friend, the amateur pornstar.

Ben: Hey… I’m throwing a surprise anniversary party for Ryan and Jess on Saturday. If you’re around, you should come.

I can’t help snickering to myself. Because he saidcome, and I’m a child.

Me: Thanks for the invite, Lockwood. Wouldn’t miss it for the world ;)

Ben: Ugh.

I laugh to myself at his response.God, he hates me. It’s so much fun.

When I close out his text, my eyes linger on my unread messages…

Don’t be an idiot.

Don’t…

I click on them… Because clearly Iaman idiot, and I just can’t fucking help it.

Don’t be an idiot: T… please. I really need to talk to you.

Don’t be an idiot: It’s important. I need you to listen to me…

Don’t be an idiot: Trouble, don’t be like this.

Don’t be an idiot: It was never supposed to be like this with us… Remember? Me and you… we’re so much more.

A frustrated breath leaves my lips as I smack my phone face down on the bed next to me.

It doesn’t matter what he says… None of it.

Maybe we were more back then… Or wecouldhave been.

But it doesn’t matter now. Because one very big thing did change after college…

The door to my heart closed when he slammed it shut.

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