My cell starts vibrating in my pocket, and I dig it out quickly to check to see who it is.
Titan: How’s it going?
Of course, he’s checking on us. Instead of answering, I pocket it and turn to go get the girls, and they’re gone.
Motherfucker!
ALEXA
MITCH RUINED MYbuzz. Or at least that’s what it feels like. I hate when I’m drunk and get mad. I find myself walking faster toward the large bar by the ring.
Jasmine notices and laughs. “Slow down. The bar isn’t going anywhere.”
“I need a drink,” I state, looking over my shoulder to see if I can spot Mitch anywhere. What is he doing here? We were together for two years, and he never brought me here. Didn’t even speak of it. But that’s what guys do, right? Change their life when they get out of a relationship? Find new friends to hang out with. A new crowd to meet new people so they can get away from everyone who knows the truth about why it didn’t work.
I was the one who lost our mutual friends. All because I wouldn’t take him back. Like I was supposed to roll over and take the manipulation. Cheating is not something that I was going to overlook. Forget the lies that were told in order to cover it up.
But then I went and fucked it all up. Literally.
A while back, I was drunk one night out with April, Jasmine, and Emilee, and he messaged me. That was when I had him in my phone under his name. He said all the right things, and in a moment of weakness, I let him in. The following morning, I woke up at his place and changed his contact from Mitch to CUNT and told myself never again! The alcohol had temporarily given me memory loss of why I left him in the first place.
I’ve done nothing but ignore every text and every call since then. Self-respect is more important than sex—especially when you don’t even get off from it.
“You okay?” Jasmine asks, her blue eyes searching my face for any sign that I’m about to lose my shit.
It’s not going to take much tonight. “Fine.” I lie.
“We can go home if you want—”
“No. I want to stay,” I interrupt her. I don’t know if Mitch is watching me or not, but I sure as hell don’t want him to see me leave now. Not after he spotted me. That would make him think I care he’s here, and I don’t. And he thought I was here with Cross. That makes me smile. They seemed to know one another and obviously don’t like each other. Nice. I can use that.
“Jasmine?” We both look to our right to see a guy coming toward us. I’ve never seen him before, but I can tell she knows him when she rolls her eyes at the sight of him.
“Trenton? We’re both having shit luck tonight,” she mumbles, then turns to face him.
He smiles at her, his eyes dropping to her chest. “It’s been too long. Last time I saw you, you were here. It must be a sign. Let me buy you a drink.”
“I’m good.” She gives him her back.
His face morphs from happy to pissy at her dismissal. And like any other man who has a hurt ego, he goes for insults. “You’re such a slut.”
Original.
“Excuse me?” She slowly turns to face him.
“You heard me.” He huffs, and his eyes now look her over as if the sight of her alone disgusts him. Typical man. “That picture you posted on social media earlier tonight made you look like a slut.”
“Don’t believe everything you see on the internet, Trenton,” she says sweetly. “You of all people should know that.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” he demands.
“I saw a picture of you on the internet last week of you and your kids. And we both know that you’re no father.”
His mouth drops open, and she gives him her back, once again silently telling him to fuck off. He gets the hint and takes off, letting out an audible growl in the process.
“An ex?” I ask.
“Something like that,” she grumbles.
