“So, my birthday is tomorrow.” I curled up behind her, pulling her back into my chest.
“Yeah, about that…” Her voice faded a bit.
Tucking her into my side more, I kissed her cheek. “What’s up, babe?” I asked softly, trying to be as romantic as possible.
“I think we should start seeing other people.” Her words came out sharp as she pulled away from me.
“What the fuck?”
There was no way I’d heard her right.
What in the ever-loving fuck?
She rolled over to look at me. “I have felt this way for a while, and I think it’s time to part ways, Griff.” Her eyes were cold, and she blinked blankly as my brain registered the fact that she was dumping me in the middle of the night right after riding my dick and telling me she’d missed me.
“Fuck you,” I bellowed, bolting out of the bed. “You’re such a heartless cunt.”
“And you’re a worthless boxer that can barely satisfy me.”
Talk about kicking a man while he’s down.
“Get out of my apartment.” I ripped the covers off of her. Taking a few breaths, I did my best to not freak out. My temper was raging, and all I wanted to do was throw her over my shoulder and cart her ass out of my place.
Easy.
Don’t give her a reason to slap you with a lawsuit.
Count to ten. Repeat.
Deep breaths.
I stood like a statue in the middle of my room, trying to cool my temper as she started to gather her things. A faint sniffle started and I about lost my damn mind.
“Oh, now you have feelings?” I yelled while yanking my jeans back on. I poured myself a glass of scotch and sank down onto my bed.
“Of course, I have feelings, you jerk! We just broke up!” She threw her bag on my bed, pouting.
“Don’t act like this is my fault.” There was no way I was going to play into her crazy-ass game and beg her to stay. “There’s the door to a whole world of other people for you to go see.”
“I’m pregnant.” She dropped the biggest bomb ever and I laughed, throwing the used condom at her.
“If you are actually pregnant, it sure as shit is not mine.”
Throwing her hands over her face, she started to cry harder. “I know that. That’s why I was breaking up with you.”
“So you tried to take the easy way out and just never tell me you’re a cheating whore? Fan-fucking-tastic. See you never, and don’t let the door hit you on the way out.”
* * *
“Holy shit! You and your brother have the worst freaking luck ever.” Jordan put my drink down as I deleted Amy’s contact out of my phone.
“Yeah, I guess so. At least Gavin’s turned around though.” I chugged down more than half of my scotch, trying to decide if I should call Gavin or not. “I mean, he’s been with Myla forever now. He just needed to wait for the right person.”
She put her hand on my forearm as I stared down at my blackened phone screen. “You know he’d understand. After Marsheila left your brother at the altar, he was a wreck for a really long time, and Myla was the only thing that brought him out of that dark cloud. At least Amy dumped you in private.”
Jordan was my big brother’s best friend and had been since we were kids. She had watched me grow up and was the perfect bartender to help me drown out my sorrows for the night.
“No matter what, he’ll find out tomorrow night,” I muttered.
