Page 59 of She Was Mine First

“I know you’re not his biggest fan.”

“That’s putting it mildly.”

“Ethan, we’re just talking.”

“You’re always just talking.”

The son of a bitch would not let her go. He was adamant about keeping her in his life, and as much as I hated to admit it, Livvy did love him, and for the most part, he was good to her. If he weren’t, I would have already broken his fucking legs.

“Are you not seeing anyone special?” she questioned out of nowhere, changing the subject.

“Am I ever seeing anyone special?”

“Good point.” She smiled.

I tugged on her red hair. “You’re the only special girl I need.”

“Don’t you ever get lonely?”

“Lonely isn’t a word I’d use to describe myself.”

“How about man whore?”

I chuckled. “That’s two words.”

“Don’t you ever get tired of sleeping with random women all the time?”

“Livvy, I was a virgin until I was almost nineteen. I’m just making up for lost time,” I teased.

She scoffed. “You’re such a guy.”

“If I were that guy, I’d say something like I have plenty of women who keep my bed warm on rotation.”

Her mouth dropped open, slapping my chest. “Ethan Carter!”

I laughed, grabbing her shoulder and giving it a gentle squeeze. “I’m kidding.”

“No, you’re not, and that’s what makes it worse. How many women have you been with?”

I grinned, squeezing her shoulder again. “A gentleman never tells.”

“Is that your way of saying a hundred?”

“Oh, come on. You can’t possibly think I’ve fucked a hundred women in six years?”

“Yeah, I can.” She adamantly nodded. “That’s only like one woman a month.”

I jerked back, considering it before nodding in agreement. “Well, shit. You learn something new every day.”

“So how many is it?”

“I mean, more than one a month.”

Her face scrunched.

“You asked.”

“Yeah, but the fact that you just realized how many women you’ve actually indeed fucked is alarming.”

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