Page 92 of Fall I Want
Blaire
So do both?
Julie
Yea! Flirt hardcore and leave before dinner arrives because you’re sooooo DTF.
A smirk spreads across my lips. One hundred percent down to fuck.
Autumn
That might actually work. I’ll keep you updated.
I shove my phone back into my tiny purse, then make my way down the hallway lit by hanging chandeliers. Moments later, my arm is gently being grabbed from behind. I spin around, not expecting to be face-to-face with my ex.
“Don’t touch me,” I say, pulling away from him and taking a step back.
His brows rise. “I’m sorry. I was calling your name, but you didn’t stop.”
“I have nothing to say to you.”
His eyes scan me from head to toe. “I’m glad you received my gift.”
“Excuse me?”
“Did the note not come with the shoes and dress?”
The world around me crumbles and my heart races harder.
“No,” I state, freezing in place, unraveling what he said.
Sebastian sent this, not Zane. The low-cut slit at my back now feels too revealing.
“I had it made for you, Autie, when I was in Canada. I couldn’t get you off my mind. And you know...” he says, studying my body again. “It fits you exactly as I imagined it would. Fuck, you look so good. I was hoping to be the man to peel it off of you tonight.”
I want to disappear as I cross my arms over my chest, wishing I could rip every inch of expensive silk and beads off of me. Understanding I’m wearing the dress he sent me makes me sick to my fucking stomach. “I’m with Zane now.”
“I don’t see a ring on your finger.” He takes a step forward, closing the protective space between us. “I know you haven’t stopped thinking about me.”
“Stop. You had your chance, and you royally blew it.”
“It won’t last,” he says. “You and Zane. Pfft.”
“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“I know him better than you can ever imagine. He’ll start ignoring you. Gets too busy. Then waits for you to cheat and blames you for not being satisfied. He’s done it with every single one of his exes. You’re next. It’s just a matter of time.”
“Hm. That actually sounds like what you do, except you do the sleeping around, if I’m not mistaken.”
“Autie—”
“Don’t use my nickname like we’re friends. We aren’t. Not anymore.”
“That’s why I want to talk to you in private, so we can work through it.”
“Please, listen to me carefully when I say this: There is nothing left for us to repair. I begged you to go to couples’ therapy. I wanted to marry you, but you wanted to see other people.”
“We wanted to see others.”
