Page 38 of Make You Love Me

“No darling, I have so much to tend to with the annual gala and all. Please keep me posted. I’m sure he will be just fine.”

I have no words. She really is the devil. I don’t have time to argue. My life is literally falling apart right before my eyes. Ethel is the least of my worries.

I turn to James, who is looking at me with care and concern. At least someone gives a shit.

“Okay, let’s go then,” I say as I grab my things and walk towards the door, not bothering to say goodbye to Ethel. What’s the point? She doesn’t care.

As I watch the streetlights go by, I grab my phone one last time, praying Greyson will answer. I have to tell him what’s going on. I didn’t even get to say goodbye.

The phone rings for several moments and just as I'm about to end the call, it picks up. I hear loud music and chatter in the background. Is he at that party he was talking about the other day?

“Hello!” I yell into the phone.

“Helloooo!” a slurred female voice responds.

I pull my head back to make sure I dialed the right number.

“Uhm, is Greyson around?” I ask, hoping like hell he’s right there.

“I’m sorry he’s busy, but who’s this?” The voice picks up a more clipped tone.

“It’s Lottie, his—” Shit, am I still his girlfriend? Yes, yes I am. We had a fight; we didn’t break up. “It’s Lottie, his girlfriend.”

There’s a moment of silence before she speaks. “Ohhh right, the heifer from the beach.”

“Excuse me?” I blurt out.Are you fucking kidding me?

“Yeah, he told us all about you. His summer fling. This photo he has of you when your number calls was a bit of a shock. I'm surprised he went for a girl your size,” she says that last part with a mocking tone.

My silence must make her feel bold because she continues spewing her venom at me.

“Honey, he’s not your boyfriend. Greyson Rexwood doesn’t do relationships, especially not long-distance ones.”

“Can I please speak with him? It's really important.” I need to tell him I’m leaving but don’t want to feed into her, I know she’s baiting me.

“Did you really think a boy like him would want anything more from a girl like you?” When I don’t respond, she continues, “Oh, how sweet? You really thought it was more, didn’t you?”

I can't believe this is happening right now. Is this really my life? A sob breaks from my lips and I try to muffle the sound with my hand, but she still hears me.

“You poor thing… You must know you were just a hole to keep his cock warm while he was away for the summer. Because let’s be real, he would never want something like you long-term. He must have used up all his normal hookups in Nori Beach if he had to start fishing in the plus-sized pond.”

“Who are you?” I don’t even have words to respond to her, I just need her name. A name to give to a certain group of people I know can make this bitch pay.

“Me?” she feigns innocence. “I’m Amber, and yes, to answer the question. I'm his usual fuck.”

“Fuck you!” I blurt as I hang up the phone, sick to my stomach.What the hell just happened?

I break down and let the tears fall freely. I’ve dealt with so much pain in my lifetime, but I have never felt this blindsided. Obviously, he went to that party, but why the hell won’t he just answer his phone and why the fuck is he letting that bitch talk to me for him? My phone lights up in my hand. Looking down, I see I have a message from an "828" number. That’s G’s area code. Quickly opening up the message, I instantly regret it.

It's a video and even though a big part of my brain is screaming, telling me I don’t want to see it, the other half wins out with the need to know. My stomach sours even more because I have a feeling this is going to rip me to shreds.

Pressing play, my stomach immediately lurches.

I know that big frame, those mannerisms, even those grunts. He may not say anything like he does when I’m the one on my knees for him, but I know it's him and I’m guessing this is Amber with his dick in her mouth. Dropping my phone like it's on fire, I think I’m going to be sick.

I can’t even form a normal thought right now. Numbness is what I feel. How can this be happening?

Greyson, with another girl, is etched in my brain now. This can’t be real.

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