My man.
Or at least the man who thought he was my man.
Three months ago.
That’s the last time Ares touched me.
Three months since I let myself get pulled back into something I knew I should’ve stayed away from.
I never deleted our messages.
That was my mistake.
Trevon found them a couple of weeks ago.
And nothing in our house had been peaceful since.
It was late.
Almost midnight.
I had just come out of the shower when I saw him sitting on the edge of the bed.
My phone was in his hand.
Unlocked.
My stomach dropped immediately.
“Trevon…”
He didn’t look up.
Just kept scrolling.
“You really stupid enough to keep this shit?”
“It wasn’t like that.”
He laughed.
But there was no humor in it.
“Not like what?”
He read one of the texts out loud.
Ares’ name right there on the screen.
“Miss you. Need a cut.”
Trevon stood up so fast the chair behind him tipped over.
“You fucking him while I’m at work?”
“I wasn’t?—”
His hand slammed against the wall beside my head. “Don’t lie to me!”
