I wait for her to answer me, but she doesn’t as I step out into the lobby and head out to the parking lot. Stepping out, I see my car has a parking ticket on it.
Me:
I got a ticket for parking in your lot.
I grab the ticket and then see that she texted me right back.
480-502-7755:
Good. It’s for invited visitors, not the ones who just show up randomly and then stay overnight.
Me:
I’d do it again.
480-502-7755:
At least one of us would.
I open the door and get into the SUV and look down at the phone.
Me:
Don’t pretend you didn’t like last night because then you’d be a liar.
480-502-7755:
I enjoyed the sex.
Me:
See, you admitted it.
480-502-7755:
It could have been anyone.
I grip the phone in my hand tighter and put the phone down, trying not to let her words bother me, but it fucking kicks me in the stomach.
“You deserve that,” I say, pulling out of the parking lot and heading toward my house. “You deserve that and worse for what you said to her over and over again.”
I’m almost home when my phone rings, and I suddenly think it’s going to be her. I look at the dashboard screen and see it’s Jaxon calling, and I press accept. “Hey.”
“Dude, where the fuck are you?” he asks me.
“I’m five minutes away from home, why?” I reply, and then it all comes back to me.
“We’re at your house waiting,” he says of him and Kirby. “We’re supposed to work out today.”
“Yeah, I’m turning on my street now,” I state, pulling up to my house and seeing both of them outside beside Kirby’s SUV.
I put the car in park and turn it off before getting out. “Sorry about that. I?—”
“Oh my God!” Jaxon exclaims. “Are you just getting home?”
I avoid his question. “I’ll be ready in five.”
“You are just getting home,” Kirby now says, laughing. I cringe when I think about the fact he would totally kick my ass if he knew I was at his sister’s house last night.
