floating around us. Walker stands in front of me, looking perfect as usual, wearing an expensive Tom Ford suit. I watch as he pulls out a white envelope from the inner pocket of his suit. “Before I forget … here you go. This should cover your rent for the next couple of months.”
I take the envelope from his hands and open it, eyeballing the amount of bills inside. There’s more than two months worth of rent in there. “This is too much.” I frown, lifting my eyes to stare at him. “Are you planning on dumping me and that’s why you’re giving me all this money?” I tease.
Walker rubs his eyes with his palms.
Okay ...
“About that, Blaire … ” He sighs. “How can I say this without hurting your feelings?”
I take a step back, feeling the edge of the countertop behind me. “What is it? Just spit it out, Walker.” A sick feeling settles in the pit of my stomach.
“My girlfriend is arriving from Paris tomorrow and I’m expected to propose to her in the next couple of weeks. So yes, I can’t see you anymore.”
I feel like I’ve been punched in the gut.
“Wait … what? You have a girlfriend?”
He lifts a hand to touch me, but I smack it away. “Fine, be that way, but I was hoping you’d take the day off so we could have more time to talk about this. And yes, I have a girlfriend. Her name is Emma. I thought you knew, Blaire. Anyway, what did you expect? Guys like me don’t settle with girls like you.”
“No, you just fuck us until you’re bored.”
“Oh, don’t give me that righteous bullshit, Blaire. I pretty much paid to fuck you every single time we got together. The clothes you’re wearing, your fancy apartment …” He looks down at my feet, then back up, derision shining in his blue eyes. “The shoes you’re wearing.”
I don’t know why I’m so shocked. It’s almost Shakespearean, really.
The user got used.
“Yeah, you’re right. My pussy for your money. But at least I never pretended to be anything else. But you, on the other hand, lacked the balls to be honest and up front with me. And you better hope that your friends don’t rat you out to your fiancée because I won’t take you back.”
“They won’t say anything if they know what’s good for them.”
“I pity your girlfriend because there’s nothing worse than dating a coward and a liar.”
He takes two steps until he’s standing so close to me, our chests rise as one. Anger reflects in his eyes, my eyes, poison running in our blood streams. “You didn’t have to. Don’t you know we can always smell the gold diggers?” He wraps my hair in his hand, giving it a painful tug. “And I might’ve been honest if you were worth it.” Then he lets go of me, the force of his release making me hit the countertop painfully.
“You know, I give you a couple months until you’re back begging me for another chance because your perfect fiancée won’t let you fuck her in the ass. We both know how much you like that. But I won’t. I’ll find someone else like you in no time. I always do.”
I watch him flinch with the ugliness of my words.
His nose flares in anger. “You’re nothing without me but trash, Blaire. Now get the fuck out.”
I laugh. I want to say that I’m obviously too good for him, but the words get stuck in my throat.
They are all lies.
I’ve always known who I am. No point pretending I’m a good girl with great values because that would be a complete lie. I like money too much. I like the safety it offers. The power. And all the things I can buy with it. But as I turn around, walking out of his kitchen and leaving Walker behind, I realize I’ve done it again. I’ve made myself vulnerable, breaking my promise, a promise that I would never let someone hurt me.
And that’s exactly what Walker has done.
I may not have physical scars. And in many ways my life has been easy compared to others who grew up on the streets or have faced cruelty at the hands of people who’re supposed
I take the envelope from his hands and open it, eyeballing the amount of bills inside. There’s more than two months worth of rent in there. “This is too much.” I frown, lifting my eyes to stare at him. “Are you planning on dumping me and that’s why you’re giving me all this money?” I tease.
Walker rubs his eyes with his palms.
Okay ...
“About that, Blaire … ” He sighs. “How can I say this without hurting your feelings?”
I take a step back, feeling the edge of the countertop behind me. “What is it? Just spit it out, Walker.” A sick feeling settles in the pit of my stomach.
“My girlfriend is arriving from Paris tomorrow and I’m expected to propose to her in the next couple of weeks. So yes, I can’t see you anymore.”
I feel like I’ve been punched in the gut.
“Wait … what? You have a girlfriend?”
He lifts a hand to touch me, but I smack it away. “Fine, be that way, but I was hoping you’d take the day off so we could have more time to talk about this. And yes, I have a girlfriend. Her name is Emma. I thought you knew, Blaire. Anyway, what did you expect? Guys like me don’t settle with girls like you.”
“No, you just fuck us until you’re bored.”
“Oh, don’t give me that righteous bullshit, Blaire. I pretty much paid to fuck you every single time we got together. The clothes you’re wearing, your fancy apartment …” He looks down at my feet, then back up, derision shining in his blue eyes. “The shoes you’re wearing.”
I don’t know why I’m so shocked. It’s almost Shakespearean, really.
The user got used.
“Yeah, you’re right. My pussy for your money. But at least I never pretended to be anything else. But you, on the other hand, lacked the balls to be honest and up front with me. And you better hope that your friends don’t rat you out to your fiancée because I won’t take you back.”
“They won’t say anything if they know what’s good for them.”
“I pity your girlfriend because there’s nothing worse than dating a coward and a liar.”
He takes two steps until he’s standing so close to me, our chests rise as one. Anger reflects in his eyes, my eyes, poison running in our blood streams. “You didn’t have to. Don’t you know we can always smell the gold diggers?” He wraps my hair in his hand, giving it a painful tug. “And I might’ve been honest if you were worth it.” Then he lets go of me, the force of his release making me hit the countertop painfully.
“You know, I give you a couple months until you’re back begging me for another chance because your perfect fiancée won’t let you fuck her in the ass. We both know how much you like that. But I won’t. I’ll find someone else like you in no time. I always do.”
I watch him flinch with the ugliness of my words.
His nose flares in anger. “You’re nothing without me but trash, Blaire. Now get the fuck out.”
I laugh. I want to say that I’m obviously too good for him, but the words get stuck in my throat.
They are all lies.
I’ve always known who I am. No point pretending I’m a good girl with great values because that would be a complete lie. I like money too much. I like the safety it offers. The power. And all the things I can buy with it. But as I turn around, walking out of his kitchen and leaving Walker behind, I realize I’ve done it again. I’ve made myself vulnerable, breaking my promise, a promise that I would never let someone hurt me.
And that’s exactly what Walker has done.
I may not have physical scars. And in many ways my life has been easy compared to others who grew up on the streets or have faced cruelty at the hands of people who’re supposed
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