Needing to keep some distance, I toss her the rest of her clothes.“Get dressed, and go, Marlee.No means no, and I’m not interested.”
“But”—she pouts, stepping into her shorts—“you’re the best I’ve ever had.”
“You never actually had me, love.Now, tell me, how the fuck do you keep getting into my flat?”
“I borrowed my daddy’s keys.He’s your landlord.”Marlee throws me a devious little smirk.
Fucking hell.
“Christ, are ye fuckin’ kiddin’ me?”My accent grows thicker with my anger.
“Not even a little.And you’ll probably lose your security deposit.”She runs her fingers over the dent from the door handle.“Unless you want to work out a trade.”
“No.”Fuck no.No fucking way in hell.
“What about your roommate?”
“Go.”What was I thinking when I took that one home?Oh, that’s right.I wanted affection and looked for it anywhere I could get it, even with a scary skank like Marlee.
“So, I’ll just ask him directly.”Her high, nasally giggle follows her out the door and down the stairs.
I need to warn Jimmy and start looking for a new place to live.But, first, I need to figure out a way to talk to Addie.
22
“What’s it like, being the most beautiful girl in the pub?”
“What’s it like, being the biggest liar in the world?”
Adelaide
Furious.
I don’t talk to the Uber guy.There’s no reason to bite his head off.I just seethe and cry angry fucking tears.
Irate.
Fucking incensed.
The words tumble through my mind as I search for the best one to describe this feeling.Sanskrit has ninety-six different words for love.The Eskimos have fifty.And I’m just sifting through all the words I can find for angry.There are some good ones, but none are quite strong enough.
Livid.
This whole thing can fuck right off.
I should have known, paid attention to the fact that he was nothing but a cheese-slinging Tumblr monkey.All about the lines.Picking up chicks.His conquests, scoring what he could, when he could and bragging all about it.Lowlife piece of shit.
The truly devastating part is that I did know.I’d heard all about the bar boys at McBride’s when I was in college.I’d seen his flirting in class and in the pub and been on the receiving end of his cheese.And I still let myself be convinced that I was different.
Turns out, it doesn’t matter how I set myself apart from whatever cookie-cutter mold there is, I’m just another chick.Apparently, there’s nothing special here.
I don’t know what to do with this feeling.I mean, I do.
Tears are still streaming down my face as I step out of the car and make my way up to my apartment.Fuming, raging, indignant tears.
I grab Eric from his crate and his leash from the table, and I head right back down the stairs.Consistency with this dog.Hooking the leash to his collar, I pause, letting a small laugh bubble its way past the tears.Every wiener should be properly restrained.The more I think about it, the more I giggle and snort.Thank God I have the sense of humor of a twelve-year-old boy.
I try to steer him to his usual patch of grass, but he tugs and pulls until he’s found the perfect spot on the wall of the Chinese place.I probably have to find a new place to order my General Tso’s since my dog is now peeing here.
