Page 82 of The Revenge Plan (Forbidden Descendants 1)

Wick nodded slowly. “You need anyone to go with you?”

I laughed a little. “For some reason, I don’t think you’d be the best person for that job.”

“It doesn’t have to be me. I met

a ton of your family this weekend that seem supportive. I’m sure any one of them would—”

“You’re right,” I cut in, nodding. “They are. And any of them would drive up and help me in a heartbeat, but this… This is my mess. I have to be the one to fix it.”

We stood inches apart facing each other, me in the doorway to leave and him just inside it, ready to settle in for the night.

Nodding, he murmured, “Alright. Call if you need anything.”

The concern in his gaze had me swallowing hard. “Thank you,” I nearly whispered.

Then I turned and walked out of the apartment.

Fifteen minutes later, I was standing in front of Topher’s door and knocking. He lived in a building that saw a lot of action and parties. Whenever I came to visit, there were usually doors slamming, people running up and down the halls, loud music thumping through the walls, but it was fairly quiet tonight. I frowned around me to find none of his neighbors out and about.

Hmm. They must all be studying for once. Or napping before they woke for midnight party time. I rolled my eyes. This place was definitely Topher’s scene. It’d never been mine. So why had I allowed myself to put up with it?

In front of me, the door opened, and Topher filled the entrance.

Golden boy blond and chocolate-brown eyes, he’d always been attractive. He could be incredibly charming and pandering too. He’d made me think every little thing I did was adorable and fascinating to him.

There had been some good times. Some really good times.

But now, I had to wonder how many of those times had been a lie. How many different occasions that he’d agreed with me or complimented me or told me funny stories was he really thinking just the opposite?

I didn’t know. I honestly had no idea. And that soured everything.

When he leaned against the doorjamb of his room, eyeing me with disappointment, I thrust the box toward him.

“Here,” I said. “All your things returned safe and sound.”

I’d been a good ex-girlfriend. I hadn’t broken, scratched, or dented a single thing, which in my opinion was a hell of a lot more than he deserved.

He slowly glanced down at the contents, then back up without reaching for the box.

“So, were you fucking him the entire time?” he asked.

“Uh…” I actually glanced behind me, sure he was talking to someone else. When I came back around, he was still glaring at me as if I’d been the one to betray him.

Growing perturbed by his attitude because I’d done absolutely nothing wrong, I snapped, “What the hell are you talking about?”

“Webster,” he sneered, straightening to loom over me. “You ran straight to that fucking asshole after…” When he trailed off, unable to finish his sentence without making himself look like the bad guy, I sniffed bitterly and shook my head.

“After what?” I taunted. “After I caught you doing my roommate doggie style in my apartment?”

Narrowing his eyes, he pointed and stepped almost threateningly closer. “But you went to him. I saw you go into that room, and he answered the door.”

Shaking my head, I sighed dramatically. “You’re being delusional, Topher. I didn’t go to hi—”

“Don’t fucking lie to me,” he snapped so loudly that I jumped and then blinked at him for the way he was glaring at me. “He got to you, didn’t he? How long have you been fucking him?”

My mouth fell open. “Excuse me?”

“Thought you two were pretty clever, didn’t you? You were probably laughing at me behind my back the entire time you were cheating with Wick fucking Webster.”

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