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“Bitch, do you hear me?” I snap, avoiding her question.

“Loud and clear.” She giggles. “I think the whole neighborhood heard you. But I don’t see why you’re so upset. You knew he didn’t just want to sleep with you.”

She has a point there. I knew his game and went anyway. This is not how things were supposed to turn out. I was supposed to take back control, not lose it entirely.

This is your first lesson in patience, Peach. You’ll have to stick around a little longer if you want to get to the gratification part.

Volcanic rage courses through me as his parting words echo in my head. He’s so fucking full of himself. Like I would have anything to do with him after the shit he’s pulled. No dick is worth that. Only... I think his might be. Something tells me that man would destroy me in the best possible way.

Fuck.That’s the most infuriating part of all this. I still want him, so damn bad I can taste it. Which is exactly what he wanted.

“Yes, but I didn’t expect my plan to backfire so spectacularly bad.”

“So... what are you going to do about it?”

“Call Niall to come take care of the mess Elias left?” I tilt my head, pondering the idea. “Yes, I think I will.”

“As someone who’s on team Parker, I must tell you that’s an awful idea. Niall didn’t know what to do with you the first time you fucked. Do you honestly think he’ll be able to make that ache go away now?”

Hell no. Poor Niall has a big dick and no idea how to use it properly. I thought it would be fun to teach him a thing or two, but my cunt just ended up feeling sore and abused. He is, however, a decent guy. And most importantly, readily available.

“Well, since you have all the answers, what do you suggest I do?”

“Up your game, bitch,” she answers, a hint of mischief twinkling in her blue eyes. “You know the rules better now. It’s time to fight fire with fire.”

I was fully expecting a lecture about how I should just give him a chance or some bullshit. Pregnancy has made my best friend a little feisty. Or maybe she’s finally respecting my feelings about dating and relationships.

“Which means?”

“Well...” Her lips twist thoughtfully, her tongue clicking. “Okay, so... what if you call his bluff?”

I nod and finally take a seat, chewing on my bottom lip. “All right, I like where this is going. But how?”

Truth be told, after tonight, I’m not entirely sure he is bluffing. He certainly had me going with all thatI want to get to know youshit.

“You’ve got to make him believe that he’s already lost, that he overplayed his hand.”

My brain starts turning, a wicked grin spreading across my face as a new plan takes shape. “You’re right.”

I’ve been going about this all wrong. There’s a much easier way to make him fold. He wanted to fuck me tonight, there washardproof of that. Very hard. And long. For sure, a good six to eight inches.

Goddammit, I’m horny.

“I am?” she questions before quickly correcting herself. “I mean... I am. Obviously.”

I roll my eyes. “Don’t get too excited. It doesn’t happen very often.”

“So... does that mean you’re going to see him again?”

The hopefulness in her tone causes me to quirk an eyebrow. No matter how hard Josie is trying to support me right now, she still believes in happily ever afters. There’s a part of her hoping this will end with me riding off into the sunset with Elias.

“See him again? Yes. Go on another date with him? No.”

She stands with a sigh, shaking her head. “Well... I’m glad you’re feeling better about everything. Now, if you don’t mind, see yourself out. I’ve got a dick to ride.”

I laugh as she walks back to their bedroom, calling after her right before she disappears back inside, “Thanks for the talk, bitch.”

Elias

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