Me: I’m dryer than the Sahara Desert.
Emmett: Liar
Shepard: Prove it. Send us a pic.
I roll my eyes. “So not happening, buddy.”
Me: I don’t sext. Sorry
Beau: I’m tired of this game. Today we claim you.
Excitement pumps through my veins, but in true fashion, my defiance reigns supreme.
Me: I am not a possession to be owned.
Shepard: Get some rest. You’re going to need it.
Emmett: See you soon.
Me: Keep harassing me and I’m going straight to the cops.
No reply is given after my threat. I lie awake for hours, wondering what the Wilder men have in store for me.
My eyes must be deceiving me. I blink hard, hoping it’s just a weird hallucination but no such luck.
“What does he want?” I gripe, turning into my driveway.
My ex-fiancé is the last person I expected to see standing on my porch. The Wilders are a completely different story. I was prepared to go toe-to-toe with them. This is an unwelcome curve ball. I’m not in the mood to deal with him today, or any other day, for that matter. My monthly visitor decided to come a few days early, and I’m achy and irritable. I need a hot shower, my bed, and snuggles with Princess Lulu. I grab my purse and charge out of my car.
“What are you doing here, Calvin?” I snap, stomping right up to him.
“I was hoping we could talk,” he answers me, rubbing the back of his neck. Something he does whenever he’s nervous.
My eyebrows dip low on my forehead. “About what?”
“It was really good seeing you Friday night,” he says, shuffling on his feet. “It brought back a lot of memories.”
“I don’t understand,” I state slowly. “What’s the point of you telling me this?”
“I think we should give us another chance,” Calvin blurts out. “We were great together.”
“Excuse me?” I laugh humorlessly. “Am I supposed to be grateful that you want me back? Go straight to Hell, Calvin. You wanted your freedom and now you have it. Have a nice life.”
I move to step around him, but he latches onto my arm.
“I made a mistake, okay? Come on, let’s go inside and talk.”
“It’s too late,” I retort, snatching my arm away from him. “You need to leave. I’ve moved on.”
“I’m not going anywhere!” he barks, remaining rooted to the spot. “Not until we talk.”
“You are not coming inside my house, Calvin,” I growl between clenched teeth. “There’s nothing for us to talk about. It’s over.”
“I saw you with that guy,” he spits, an ugly sneer twisting his lips. “I watched the entire time. How could you let him fuck you for everyone to see?”
“Oh, I get it now,” I say, narrowing my eyes. “You’re jealous. You don’t want me, but you don’t want anyone else to have me. Did you think I was going to stay celibate for the rest of my life?”
“No, but I didn’t think you were going to become a whore either,” he snarls in my face.
