Bitter bile filled my throat.
“You mean you weren’t a relationship guy withme.”
The words were out before I could take them back.
“What do you mean?”
His hand was on my leg, running up my thigh, and I slapped it away.
The first rule of our situationship was we didn’t ever talk about what it was. Aboutemotions. But everything was all fucked now, so why didn’t I blow us up even further?
“How did you think I’d feel seeing you go public with another woman?”
Kingsley stilled, his eyes scanning mine.
It felt like my cheeks burned with humiliation, rage boiling in my throat.
That was supposed to be how I justified it to myself.
We were best friends, we were fuck buddies. And we never, ever talked about how I’d been in love with him since college.
That made it not pathetic. That made it cool and casual.
“You can’t pretend you didn’t know how I felt about you,” I said, my throat feeling tight and constricted.
Kings met my eyes, those long lashes swept over his cheekbones.
“Baby girl, you and I go way back. Let’s not fuck that up. We have a good thing going.”
Anger and humiliation burned under my skin. He had known. He had known the whole time.
“Did you or didn’t you know, Kings?”
“I knew. It doesn’t bother me, though. You’re cool, you don’t let it affect our friendship. I’m fine with it.”
“Yeah, you’re fine with it,” I said bitterly. “Because you could keep me on the roster, always doling out little scraps of affection because you knew I’d be eager for anything.”
“Don’t be like that, babe. It’s silly. You know I think we make better friends.”
“Better foryou, all right. Because I’ve always given you sex whenever you wanted. Well, now I’m over it. This trip is thelastone I’m ever taking with you. I’m not doing shit for you and I’m definitely not writing any more songs with you.”
Kingsley only shrugged and stretched his long limbs, showing inches of his tanned flat stomach and six-pack abs.
“I’ll call your bluff, baby girl. I know you can’t stay away from me for long.”
Fury crackled under my skin as his face looked cool and unaffected.
Five years together. Five years of being Kingsley and Rosalie, best friends and the perfect duo. I wrote the songs and he sung them. It helped his image that he got that singer-songwriter cred and I always found it funny to see all the flattering PR for his intellect. When really he was about as deep as a puddle of piss.
I was boiling with rage and he didn’t give a fuck.
“Maybe my dick in your mouth will calm you down,” he smirked, pinching my chin with his hand.
“You’re a selfish asshole,” I said, shoving him away.
He only wiggled his tongue obscenely at me.
“I’ll be ready to talk when you’re less emotional.”
