Page 3 of Size Doesn't Matter

“Britney Boo Boo Bunnie? What in the actualfuck…?”

Sophie didn’t know if she wanted to laugh, cry, or hurl her phone over the railing so she no longer had to suffer staring at the image on her screen. One thing she knew for sure was that she and Ethan Martin were definitelyoffagain.

Permanently.

In the end, she settled for laughing as her incredulity at Ethan’s disregard for her feelings hit an all-time high.

She didn’t care that he wasn’t with her.

She didn’t care that he wanted to fuck other women.

They’d both known what they had together had a limited shelf life.

What Sophie did take offence to was the fact that Ethan had deliberately invited her to spend the evening with him, then summarily dismissed her out of hand in favour of Britney fucking Boo Boo and her BFF.

She’d been publicly discarded. Deemed unneeded. Unnecessary.

Unwanted.

She was superfluous pussy.

And the thought that she’d been desperate enough for his attention to even show up in the first place made her so goddamn mad.

Because she’d be lying if she didn’t admit—at least to herself—that there just might be a grain of truth in it.

She’d been desperate.

Ethan was a selfish fuckboy and an emotional minefield of a man, but he’d made her feel good about herself, had boosted her self-esteem when she’d needed it most. She’d felt less alone in the world.

And that wasn’t to say she couldn’t be alone for any length of time and not be content, because she could and did. Quite often. But everyone needs to feel a connection sometimes, with someone other than their family or even their best friend.

Sometimes Sophie wanted—needed—a man.

Sometimes she needed to be touched and kissed, needed the weight of another human body on top of her. Thrusting between her thighs. Pushing her into the mattress. Or the wall or the floor. Sometimes she needed to feel the heated breath of a lover brush over her skin, craved the touch of a man’s hands on her body, adoring her, loving her, pinning her down and fucking her like an animal.

Even if it was only for one night.

Ethan had given her that. And now he’d taken it away.

Whatever. What was done was done. Whatever they’d shared was finished. Time to move on. But on to… what?

More men?

More work?

More… cats?

Ugh. Clicking her phone off, Sophie squeezed it in her fist. “What the hell am I even doing here?” she muttered, not expecting an answer but getting one anyway.

“Same as me, I expect.”

The smooth, silky voice coming from the other end of the balcony made Sophie jump, her hand clutching at her wildly beating heart. “Oh my God,” she gasped, her breath sawing in and out of her lungs. “What the hell?”

“Sorry,” the stranger said, smirking as he stepped out of the shadows.

“I didn’t mean to startle you.”

“I thought….” Her words faded to nothing as she took in her unexpected interloper, her breath catching in her throat as he moved towards her.

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