They were probably right about the stop-seducing-him thing, though. If he didn’t come after me at this point, why bother?
He should be coming after me, right?
But did I even want him to come after me, if all he wanted was to have sex with me, then brush me off like it meant nothing?
Didn’t it meananythingmore to him than just sex?
I mean, it didn’t, clearly. He said so, right to my face, right after he had sex with me. And here I was, still waiting for him to take back his words or something? Apologize? Tell me he cared?
How stupid was I?
Idiot (noun): A person who expects a pig to be anything other than a pig.
I was afraid I already had all the evidence I needed, and I was just failing to accept it—that Xander Rushwasa pig, and he didn’t care about me other than as Cary’s little sister. And maybe a place to keep his dick warm for a little while?
I did put it right in his face, after all. Me and my sexy white dress.
Pussy on a platter.
Damn.
“So what are you gonna do?” Shay demanded.
“I don’t know. What’s the point?” I lamented. “After we did it, he acted like all he wanted was the sex, and then he tried to brush me off like an annoying hangover.”
“Okay, look at me, dummy,” Shay demanded. I looked at her, startled. “If all he wanted was sex, he wouldn’t be hanging around the pool all day glaring daggers at all of us for partying with you, and mentally kicking Stephan’s face in.”
“He did that?”
“He did that,” Larissa said.
“Oh.”
“He definitely wants you,” Shay said. “That’s not even a question.”
“Totally,” Larissa said.
“There’s only one real question here,” Shay added. “Is he worth sweating like this? I mean, I wonder if he’s seeing anyone else…”
And everyone went silent.
“Of course he is,” I muttered.
“Why would you say that?” Larissa said. “You don’t know that.”
“Why wouldn’t he be?”
“Well, you could always crash that bachelor auction,” Shay suggested. “See how he behaves at that thing.”
Uggghhhh.
Fuck me. The fucking bachelor auction.
Was that stupid thing still happening?
“Fuck. Is he seriously auctioning himself off?” I asked Larissa.
“Well, technically… my brother is. It’s his event.” She shrugged. “Sorry. It’s for a good cause.”
