“That’s not a defense,” Jesse said.
“It absolutely is,” she shot back.
Then it was my turn.
I flipped the card and read it.“Never have I ever faked an orgasm.”
There was a beat.
Then Savannah slowly lifted her cup.
Alone.
My brows rose and I watched her.
“Oh, hell no.”Ari choked and grabbed another pillow and launched it at me.“Step up your game, man.”
I threw it right back.“Not me, you dickhead.”
“Girl!No man is worth faking it for,” Nerissa exclaimed.“I don't fake it for shit.If you aren't doing your job, you either pick up the pace or get out of my bed.”
Savannah buried her face in her hands as Nerissa practically shrieked, “We need details.Immediately.”
“No,” Savannah groaned.“Can we move on?”
“No!”
“Hell no.”
“No, I want the tea!Wait, is this the ex?”
After relentless begging—and a healthy sip of rum—she finally sighed.
“My ex always thought I was… hard to please,” she admitted quietly.“It took me a while to… finish, so he would get frustrated.I felt like I was the problem, so I just went along with it after a while and gave him what he wanted.It made sex easier with him, trust me.”
I stared at my drink, jaw tightening.Something cold and sharp settled in my chest as I thought of the endless ways to hate her ex.How dare he put the blame on her?She was perfect.
And any man with common sense would’ve known not to put that mental strain on a woman.If she wasn’t coming, then you weren't doing your job.He didn't want to put that on his ego, so he passed it to her, and that wasn’t fair.
Nerissa slammed her cup down.“He’s a worthless piece of shit.”
Savannah lifted her glass in agreement.“Cheers to that.”
I drank, too.
Not because of the game.
Because every second that passed, I became more certain of one thing—
Chase didn’t deserve her.
And I was going to make damn sure she knew it.
12 | I'm Not Opposed To Fucking You In Front Of Your Ex
Savannah
BythetimeIstepped into the Carrion Hotel, my coat was damp from the rain, and my hair carried the faint chill of November with it.The lobby glowed in warm golds and creams with polished marble floors, low crystal chandeliers, and plush seating arranged with intentional elegance.The kind of place that whispered money without ever raising its voice.
