Clearing his throat, he frowns at me. “Am I missing something here? Why do I feel weird energy radiating from you?”
I quickly look away, though I realize there’s no reason to play this off. Now that Cam and Joey have left and their night has gone off without a hitch, I don’t have to be polite.
“Why don’t you ask Sam?”
“Sam?” His voice pitches in confusion, making it clear he doesn’t know her by that name. “Samantha?”
Good thing she’s already handling the trash can. The girllooks like she’s about to vomit. “Uh, I, um…” She doesn’t have the ovaries to woman up and own her shit.
As mad as I am, Ezra’s furrowed brows inject a serum of empathy into my veins, so I tread lightly. “I’m sorry, but your girlfriend hasn’t been honest with you.”
Eyes widening, he homes in on Sam. “What is she talking about?”
When she averts her gaze rather than owning up, he turns back to me, his face etched in confusion.
“God, this is awkward,” I sigh. I tug on the collar of my dress, which feels way too tight and scratchy all of a sudden. “We’re both dating Sam. Or Samantha.”
“The fuck?” He steps back, swiping a hand down his beard, and whirls on Sam. “Is that true?”
Finally, she looks up, this time with tears welling in her eyes, and nods.
Rage flares to life under my skin. Oh, hell no. She doesn’t get to play victim.
“Why—what—why would you…” He trails off.
Poor guy looks broken, and it’s too painful to watch. I almost wish I’d kept my mouth shut. But he deserves to know what kind of woman he’s with.
I set the trays I’ve been wiping off on the counter and straighten, chin lifted. “I’d like to know why too.”
Sam sweeps her fingers through her short strands, the move making her look a lot like Kristen Stewart. Now that I’ve discovered she’s a two-timer, her sexiness has melted away.
She takes a step forward, creating an equilateral triangle between the three of us. “Millie, I really have had fun these last several months.”
“Several?” Ezra staggers back a step.
“But I, uh, you know I’ve been confused about my sexuality,and I thought dating both a man and a woman would help me figure out what I really wanted.”
“So, what, we were some sort of experiment to you?” I seethe. “Play with Ken and Barbie and see which you like best?” My vision goes red around the edges. I’m not just upset with Sam, I’m furious with myself. I should have seen this coming. Clearly, I was blinded by fresh pussy.
“No, it’s not like that. I?—”
“That’s exactly what it seems like,” Ezra interjects. He drops his head and laces his fingers at the back of his neck. “I’m such a fucking idiot.”
My heart pangs for him. Why is he an idiot? He didn’t do anything wrong.
“I should go.” Sam heads for the door.
“You think?” Ezra barks, not even watching her walk away.
I take a step toward him, but when he whips his head around and narrows his eyes on me, I stop. “Don’t,” he says so quietly I nearly miss it.
“I’m so sor—” I snap my mouth shut before I can apologize. I’m not in the wrong here. If only there were an alternative version of “I’m sorry” that fit this type of situation appropriately. A moment where I’m not in the wrong, yet I still want to offer sympathy.
“Just—” He stops short, takes one look at me with the saddest fucking expression on his face, and strides out the door, leaving me alone.
4
Ezra
