“You still represent me. You can’t start whoring around town and expect it not to come back on me.”
“Whoring around?” I squeak.
“What else can I assume? You were gone all night.”
How does he know this? “Have you been sitting outside my apartment or something?” I know he couldn’t be tracking me anymore. I deleted the app.
“It doesn’t matter how I know.” He steps closer to me and I move back until I bump into my door. In a sugary sweet voice, he says, “I’m worried about you. I think you’re setting yourself up for heartbreak.”
“H-heartbreak?”
Lewis chuckles and it’s creepy. “You can’t expect a man likethatto want someone who looks like you,” he says looking me up and down. “He’s using you, Lainie. Hell, I suspect he’ll dump you the minute he gets what he wants.”
My eyes grow round at his last statement.
“Oh, I see. He’s already fucked you? Wow, either he works fast or you’re desperate.”
“Lewis. Go home.” I say angrily. I feel the burn of tears but squeeze my eyes shut to stop them.
“Oh, honey,” he coos. “You seriously think a man like that would wantyou?I’ve seen his picture. He’s hot. He could have anyone.Anyone,sweetie. He’s not going to want the fat girl for more than a night or two. After that, he can tell his buddies about it, so they can laugh.”
Why is he saying this?I was always nice to him. I took care of him and He. Divorced.Me.Not the other way around. Turning the handle, I push the door open with my butt. As soon as I’m inside, I slam the door shut and let the tears fall.
The shower calms me, settles me. It also gives me time to think about the night before. “Lewis, you jerk, you’re wrong.” I know Keeton isn’t using me. I know it.
