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MAVERICK
Present day
“Mav, come on, now,”my boyfriend—no,ex-boyfriend—Walt says, running behind me as I slide a box across the bed of the truck. “You don’t have to do this.”
I turn to him, shock stopping me in my tracks. “The fuck? Walt, you cheated on me.”
“I mean…yeah, but?—”
“But what?” My voice rises a few octaves at his fucking audacity. “You thought I’d stay after you fucked someone on our couch? A couch that I paid way too much for because you said you loved it?”
He shrugs, and a smile has the nerve to cross his face. “You know how comfortable that couch is. We had plenty of good times on it.” He tries to swipe his hand across my cheek, but I slap it down.
I can’t believe my fucking ears. Walt has never been the sharpest tool in the box, but this takes the fucking cake.
“You think,” I ask through clenched teeth, fists balled at my sides, “I’ll stay with you after you fucked somebody on our fucking couch…and that I’d continue to sit on it?!”
“I’ll have it cleaned, babe. Just…don’t leave.” He has the nerve to poke his lip out in a pout.
Gah! He’s so fucking clueless and frustrating.
“You’re fucking unbelievable!” I push by him and head back into the house for more boxes, eyeing the couch in disgust as I breeze past it.
It was already bad enough that Walt had some pretty man bent over the couch, railing him from behind as I got home from work, but it was made even worse because my best friend, Sawyer was with me. He’d given me a ride home from work and came in to use the bathroom before he headed home.
Imagine the fucking show we got, seeing Walt’s muscled, tan ass flexing and bunching as he fucking nailed the guy under him.
I’d never been able to take a fucking that hard from Walt with his fucking monster cock, so I guess it was only a matter of time before he found someone that could.
And, man, was that guy taking it, his hand on Walt’s ass, pulling him in for more, his moans high-pitched and fucking needy.
I was so tired and distracted that it didn’t hit me that the moans could be coming from inside my house.
A growl of frustration leaves my lips as I head into the bedroom, irritated that I’m thinking about myexfucking a man how he’s never fucked me.
Sawyer catches up to me and squeezes my shoulder. “Fuck that douchebag. You’ll find someone better.”
Pouting, I cross my arms over my chest. “I don’t want anyone better. I don’t want anyone at all. I’m done with relationships. Fucking done!”
Walt comes over and mirrors my pose. “You don’t have to leave, babe. I can teach you to take my dick. You’ll be a pro before you know it.”
“If I didn’t fear being arrested and wearing an orange jumpsuit,” I say, glaring up at him, “I’d slap the shit out of you, more for that comment than the cheating, you asshole!” I move from the doorway and slam the door in his face.
Walt knocks and begs and pleads, but Sawyer and I ignore him while we pack more of my stuff into boxes and tape them shut.
But my mind is firmly on what he said to me. Walt and I have been together for two years and the one time he fucked me how he wanted to, I ended up balled up in pain, his dick way too much. He said he didn’t need that kind of sex, that he was content with what we had, but survey says…that was a fucking lie.
Whatever. It’ll hurt for a little while—because we were together for two fucking years—but I’ll get over it. I’m not sure when, but one day I’ll look back on today and think,Huh, I survived the heartbreak.
I’m not sure when that will be.
After all my belongings are boxed up, we pack everything in the back of Sawyer’s truck. Earlier I had to hold Sawyer back from beating Walt’s ass when we walked in on him and his lover. He agreed to keep the peace so Walt wouldn’t hold my shit hostage, but now that we’re done, Sawyer is ready to finish what he tried to start.
But Walt made himself scarce. Thank god. I don’t have to see his lying, cheating, stupid smug face before I leave.
Tears drip down my face as Sawyer pulls away from the home I shared with Walt for a year and a half.
