Page 2 of Cheater and the Saint
She gaped. “Thatis what comes out of your mouth? Really, Miles?” She pounded her fists on his chest and pushed him backward. “You fucking cheater!”
“But it was with a guy,” he pointed out, as if that made it okay. “You’re still the only girl for me, Haylee.”
As they argued, I slipped out of bed and grabbed my boxers and jeans from the floor. Once I put them on, I searched for my shirt. Only slightly interested in what was going on with them, I half-listened as I found my shirt and slipped it over my head.
“You watch gay porn all the time,” Miles said. “I thought you’d think it was hot.”
“Oh, don’t youeventry to justify this,” she snapped right back at him. “Is this why you always take me from behind when we have sex? So you can pretend I’m some guy?”
I cringed as I started the hunt for my phone. My keys and wallet were in my back pocket, so once I located my phone, I’d be out of there pronto. And of course, I’d never been able to hold my tongue when I had something to say.
“Hey, if it’ll help the situation,” I started, cutting Miles off mid-excuse and causing them both to look at me. “I’d gladly fuck both of you.”
The funny thing was… Haylee actually looked like she was considering it by the way her gaze raked over my body.
“No,” Miles said, glaring from her to me. “You need to get out of my house. Now.”
“Sounds good to me,” I said, walking over and grabbing my phone from the floor beside the nightstand. As I passed Haylee, I winked. “If you ever wanna take me up on my offer, my number’s in your husband’s phone.”
I left the bedroom and heard them start fighting again. She accused him of being gay and closeted, and he accused her of being a paranoid bitch. Miles might be hot and all, but he was as dumb as a pile of rocks.
So glad I don’t do relationships.
Unlike some relationship-phobic dudes I’d come across, my aversion to them didn’t derive from a bad heartbreak. I had no interest in them. Monogamy was like unnecessary punishment. Add that to the bickering and drama of relationships—like what I’d just witnessed—and it was hell on earth.
So yeah. No thanks. I’ll pass.
“When will you settle down?” my older brother, Heath, liked to ask me ten fucking thousand times a day. “Keep going down the road you’re on, and you’ll end up old and alone.”
Then, I liked to respond with, “Yeah, but I’ll be thoroughly fucked and happy without being weighed down by all the romance baggage. So who’s the real winner here?”
That would earn me a scoff and change of subject, which was what I was after.
I had tried the whole relationship thing before. Multiple times actually. So it wasn’t one of those “don’t knock it until you try it”things. The success rate, though? Well, I guess that depended on who you asked.
For me, I was happy when they ended.
For the person I was dating? Not so much. There was usually a lot of yelling and throwing of random items around the house.
You see, it all comes back to the monogamy thing. I had cheated on all of my boyfriends and girlfriends. Not intentionally, like I didn’t seek it out, but when the opportunity had struck, I’d just gone with the flow. I didn’t think it was so much the fact I couldn’t keep it in my pants, but more so that I’d never met anyone I liked enough to make me want to.
I avoided relationships altogether now. There wasn’t a point in them, because I hadn’t changed, and they’d only be a waste of my time.
By the time I got home, it was nearly three a.m., so I went into the house as quietly as I could, trying not to wake my brother. Going into my room, I collapsed on the bed, still fully clothed, and closed my eyes. I should’ve felt guilty for potentially ruining a marriage, but I didn’t.
That was just the kind of guy I was, I guessed.
***
“Ready to go, slut?” Heath asked.
I looked around my room one last time, making sure I got everything, before nodding. Summer break was over, and I was going back to college for the fall semester. We weren’t allowed to stay on campus during the summer, unless we were enrolled in summer courses—which yeah, I wasn’t—so I’d gone back home to stay with my older brother for a few months. It was my second year, and I was eager to go back. Not to learn, but to be around everyone.
College parties were fucking amazing. I barely remembered my last semester. It was nothing short of a miracle that I’d even passed my classes.
“After you, cue ball,” I shot back with a shit-eating grin.
Heath was bald, and I liked to tease him about the sheer blinding shininess of his head. He didn’t find it nearly as funny as me.
