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to be broken.”
    “I’m a lawyer, honey. Try again.”
    “That means you know exactly how to bend and break the rules to your liking,” she said. “I’ve learned a thing or two from you over the years. Don’t forget; I was there for the three miserable years of law school.”
    “Oh, fuck, not this again.” He closed his eyes against the same conversation they’d had on multiple occasions. “Just because we made it through law school together doesn’t entitle you to anything.”
    “Every other couple we knew has broken up or gotten divorced!” she reminded him. “Every one!”
    “That’s because one person would get pissed that the other one was fucking other people. You and I didn’t give a shit about that. We had an arrangement with rules. Remember? That’s why we survived my three years in law school.”
    “You’re so thick sometimes.”
    He smirked. “I definitely am. You just felt how thick I am.”
    Andrea snorted and sat up. Without a second thought, she grabbed the ends of her destroyed dress, tied them into a knot on the side of her leg, and somehow managed to regain all her dignity. “Not everything is about your dick.”
    “Just most things.”
    Andrea was silent the rest of the way back to their house. He let her brood. He was pissed enough for the both of them.
    At some point, he must have dozed off because Andrea shook him awake when the limo had stopped. Clearly, he was more exhausted than he’d known. And the pain meds were wearing off.
    They entered their house together, and Clay went straight for the pill bottle. He took another one to douse the flames in his sides. When he rounded back toward the foyer, Andrea was standing with her hands on her hips, staring at him.
    “We should talk,” she said.
    “Do I look like I’m in the mood to talk?”
    “I don’t care.”
    He ran his hand back through his hair and started up the stairs.
    She stomped after him. “Are you really just going to ignore me?”
    “Talk if you must talk, woman.”
    “I don’t feel like I should have to apologize about Asher.”
    Clay ground his teeth. “The fact that you’re using that douche’s name in my house—”
    “ Our house,” she spat back. “Any other night, you wouldn’t have given two shits that I’d been seeing him. How many other girls have you seen through our games?”
    Clay shrugged. “More than one.”
    “Right. So, don’t come back all high and fucking mighty.”
    “Have you seen him since that night?” Clay asked.
    He glanced at her as they both walked into their massive master bedroom with the giant four-poster king-size bed in the center.
    “What? No, of course not,” she said, something flashing in her eyes. She almost looked hurt that he had even asked.
    Or guilty. Huh.
    “Good.”
    “And why do you even care?” she demanded. “You claim you aren’t jealous, but you are. You claim you don’t want a real relationship, yet you want me to be there for everything for you. You claim that this makes you happy, but it doesn’t.”
    “You agreed to all of this, Andrea!” he bellowed. “You’re not the girlfriend type. You’re not the marrying type. You don’t want your heart broken. You don’t want to be left alone, like your parents left each other. You make the same fucking claims that I do.”
    Her eyes spit fire at him. “And what if I’ve changed?”
    “You haven’t.”
    “How can you possibly know that?”
    Clay laughed and shook his head. He couldn’t believe he was hearing this. “Because you like the games. You thrive on the games. You said it yourself…we survived three years of law school when no one else did.” He swept his hand through her long blonde hair, pushing it off her shoulders and exposing her collarbones. “You know I care about you. You know you’re my girl. At the end of the day, I come home to you. We work this way.”
    He could tell that she wanted to say something else, but instead, she just turned away from him and walked