Page 56 of Your Only Fan
This is a whole lot of messed up.
“I thought you didn’t know I existed, and you’ve been playing with me all this time? I actually fell in love with you and all you wanted was my dick,” I shout, and Isaac sits up on the desk.
His eyes are red and his bottom lip quivers. I want to reach out, to caress that lip and kiss it better. To dry those eyes out and take him in my arms.
But he lied to me. He used me.
“Thank fuck it’s the last day of this fucking class because I can’t stand the sight of you.”
Well, that’s a lie.
“Ezra—”
“Goodbye, Isaac,” I say and turn for the door. “Or should I say X? Or CumJunkie? What do you go by these days?”
His head drops and his tears run on his cheeks, but there’s nothing I can do about it.
There’s too much of a void inside me, and it grows larger the more I stare at him. Because I equal parts want him and despise him.
So I walk away.
I walk away from the person that managed to make me fall for him under two different identities.
This is some bullshit. I need this cruise now more than ever.
