“So romantic,” I mumble, and I can hear Jack laughing. Jerk.
“What is it?” Zac sounds frustrated. “Why are you such a tease, Kat? I like you—I do—but this is getting old.”
“I’m sorry, but I just found out I have to go to LA in the morning,” I lie.
“What? Why?” Zac frowns.
“I don’t know if I told you that I’m a part-time model, but I just got a call that I’m going to be in a runway show … for Victoria’s Secret.” I press my lips together. I’m not even sure where that came from, but I decide to go with it. “And we need to do the fittings for my bra, so I actually think that I’m going to leave.”
“What?” Zac sounds furious. “You’re seriously going to tease me again?” He looks at my hot red maxi dress and pouts. “It’s not cool, being a cocktease. After I bought that box of Magnums as well.” He heads to his bedroom and brings it back to show me. “I bought this for us … so that we could have …” His voice trails off as I grab the box from his hand.
I stare at it, and my jaw drops. The box is open. I pour the remaining condom wrappers to the ground. There are six wrappers on the ground, but the box says ten.
“What happened to the other four?” I ask softly.
Zac looks flustered and then points to Jack. “Hey, did you borrow some of my condoms?”
“Don’t put me in this, little bro.” Jack shakes his head. “And whoborrowscondoms?"
“Where are the rest of the condoms?” My voice rises.
I can’t believe this. I don’t really care, but I still can’t believe he cheated on me.
“I, um … I dunno.” Zac shrugs. “Maybe when I was jacking off.”
“You wear a condom to play with yourself?” I ask in surprise.
“I mean, sometimes.” He looks down, and I know he’s lying. “Anyway, it’s not like you were giving it up.”
“I just want to say something,” Jack says, stepping forward. “I just looked on my phone. There is no Victoria’s Secret show coming up, and I don’t see you listed on any modeling sites, Agnes. Was that another lie?”
“What?” I lick my lips nervously. “What do you mean?”
“I think she’s lying to you, Zac.” Jack shakes his head, his eyes laughing at me. “She’s not to be trusted. I think you should dump her.”
“Wait, what?” My jaw drops.
What is going on here? I was about to dump Zac.
“Yeah,” Zac says, looking pleased with himself. “It’s over, Kat. You snooze, you lose.”
“I don’t even …” I can’t even get the words out. I’m so mad. “You’re a piece of work.”
“And you’re a liar.” Zac points at me. “Victoria’s Secret model? Yeah, right. I haven’t even seen your bra, and your tits aren’t eventhatbig. I was just being nice before.”
“You—oh—ugh.” I grab my coat and handbag and head to the door. “You suck, Zac Heathcliff. And you”—I turn to Jack—“are the spawn of Satan.” I glare at him. “To think I was even attracted to you,” I shout, hurrying to the front door. “You’re both awful.”
“And just so you know,” Zac calls after me, “I’ve been fucking Lila from your favorite coffee shop for the last couple of weeks.” He grins. “Just in case you thought I was saving it for you ’cause I was in love or something. I totally wasn’t.”
“You are a pig,” I say as I open the door. “If I never see the two of you again for the rest of my life, I will die a happy woman.”
And with that, I sweep out of their luxury apartment and slam the door behind me. My heart races as I head to theelevator, and all I can think of is the fact that Zac and Jack Heathcliff are the worst men I’ve ever met in my life.
Chapter Three
There are times in my life when I wish I had a time machine so that I could go back into the past and not do or say a particular something. If I found a magic lamp that contained a genie that granted me one wish, it would be to time-travel back to my senior year of high school. When I was seventeen, young, dumb, and immature. I know the exact date I’d travel back to as well—October 12 … the day I met my first boyfriend, Zac Heathcliff, and his older brother, Jack. I would very happily erase both of them from my past if I could.
But luck, as always, is never on my side, and I’ve actually seen Jack again. For the first time in eight years. Just yesterday, and I went off on him and called him a prick. My face flushes red as I think back to the events of the day before.
