Page 107 of More than Friends

Chapter Forty-One

Maggie

“Damn, girl,” Wyliesays as I smash my hand into the punching block over and over again. “Looks like you have some aggression to work out, huh?”

I just grunt and continue to focus on my hand connecting with the block over and over again. Everything else fades away. My muscles are screaming. My lungs are on fire, but I don’t stop. I can’t stop. I’m too angry. I’m too hurt.

Don’t come crawling back to my bed.

I can’t believe Declan actually said that to me.

You won’t be welcome anymore.

What a prick.

Punch.

What a complete asshole.

Punch.

A selfish bastard.

Punch.

An incompetent manbaby.

Punch.

A stupid dickhead.

Punch.

Ugh. Ugh. Ugh.

Punch. Punch. Punch.

Tears are blinding my eyes, but I don’t stop punching.

I’m about to throw another one when Wylie’s eye’s drift over to the front door. I pause and let my eyes follow his gaze.

“Of course,” I mutter, sniffing and wiping my eyes quickly.

As soon as his eyes meet mine, Declan freezes. He’s gotten a haircut but kept the beard. The beard is trimmed, and he looks so damn sexy. He’s honestly never looked better and that’s saying something. He doesn’t acknowledge me. Instead he turns and walks out the door. He literally just leaves.

All I can think is:Don’t come crawling back to my bed.

I want to yell at him.I won’t. Don’t worry. I won’t be crawling back to your bed ever again.

“Trouble in paradise?” Wylie asks, lowering the punching block.

“I wouldn’t lower that block if I were you.”

He snorts and lifts it again. “I guess it’s none of my damn business.”

I hold my fists up and get into my fighting stance. “You’re right. It’s not.”

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