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eyes narrowed and he took two steps towards me before Drew put a hand on his chest.
“Did you fuck him?”
I cringed internally at his venomous tone, but outwardly I just scowled. “That’s none of your fucking business, asshole.”
“Ashley—”
Daniel cut in and turned his warm brown eyes on me. “Is this your boyfriend?”
“No.”
“Yes,” Nathan said at the same time.
I glared at him. Daniel put his hands up and retreated back into the bathroom. In record time he was dressed.
The rest of us just stood there in stony silence. When he reemerged, he kissed my cheek and whispered in my ear, “I had fun. Call me, Beautiful.”
Nathan balled his hands into two tight fists and the muscle in his jaw strained against the skin of his cheek. I noticed Drew’s grip on Nathan’s arm grow tighter.
I huffed and then turned around and went inside my room, slamming the door in Nathan’s face.
“Come on Ashley, let me in. We need to talk,” he pleaded.
I slumped against the door. “No. We have nothing to talk about. You broke up with me remember?”
Silence. Then, “Maybe…”
“No, Nathan. No maybes. I’m done with maybes. If I want to go out with someone or bring them back to my apartment and have sex, I can. You. Don’t. Own. Me.”
“Did you sleep with him, Ash?”
I didn’t answer. A moment later I heard him sigh.
“Ash—”
“No, Nathan. I didn’t sleep with him.”
A few moments later I heard footsteps and then the front door opening and closing.
As angry and confused as I had been, I suddenly felt a whole lot worse.
~000~
Sunday night I found myself at a frat party with Autumn. I’d begged her to go out with me. I couldn’t stand to be at home both because being around Katie and Drew’s perfect fucking relationship and my own confusing thoughts about Nathan were pure torture.
I was angry at him. But I was also angry at myself. Things were so messed up between us and I knew it wasn’t just his fault. I should have known better.
“Two more,” Autumn said, smiling as she plopped two more tequila shots down on the table, along with two more beers.
“Fantastic,” I said, quickly slamming mine back. Before I could swallow, my eyes locked on a very disturbing sight on the other side of the enormous house.
Nathan. With a blond girl straddling him. Their faces were melded together and his hands were wrapped around her ass, gently rocking her against him. I swallowed the alcohol, relishing the burn down my throat.
“Son of a bitch,” I seethed. Autumn whipped her long brown hair around, immediately seeing what I’d just saw.
She snorted. Then, she grabbed my arm to make me look at her. “Hey, look who just showed up,” she said and pointed in the direction of the door.
Daniel. And he looked good dressed in ripped up jeans and a t-shirt with his frat’s name on the front. His eyes immediately locked on me, and slow smile spread across his face.
When I looked back at Nathan, he was up, his hand clasped with the buxom blonde and leading her to the stairs. I fought the urge to cry and scream. Instead I turned my attention back on Daniel, who sat on the couch next to me, sliding an arm around my waist.
“Hey, Beautiful,” he said.
He leaned down to kiss me on the cheek, but I turned my head and caught his lips with mine. He was surprised at first, but I brought my hand up to his face and opened my mouth, licking the seam in his lips.
What seemed like hours later, but was probably only ten minutes, we resurfaced. Daniel slid his hand up my leg, his fingers slipped just under the hem of my short skirt. I shivered.
“Want to go upstairs to my room?” he asked. I swallowed hard. After a greeting like that I knew he was expecting something. My stomach flip flopped
“Did you fuck him?”
I cringed internally at his venomous tone, but outwardly I just scowled. “That’s none of your fucking business, asshole.”
“Ashley—”
Daniel cut in and turned his warm brown eyes on me. “Is this your boyfriend?”
“No.”
“Yes,” Nathan said at the same time.
I glared at him. Daniel put his hands up and retreated back into the bathroom. In record time he was dressed.
The rest of us just stood there in stony silence. When he reemerged, he kissed my cheek and whispered in my ear, “I had fun. Call me, Beautiful.”
Nathan balled his hands into two tight fists and the muscle in his jaw strained against the skin of his cheek. I noticed Drew’s grip on Nathan’s arm grow tighter.
I huffed and then turned around and went inside my room, slamming the door in Nathan’s face.
“Come on Ashley, let me in. We need to talk,” he pleaded.
I slumped against the door. “No. We have nothing to talk about. You broke up with me remember?”
Silence. Then, “Maybe…”
“No, Nathan. No maybes. I’m done with maybes. If I want to go out with someone or bring them back to my apartment and have sex, I can. You. Don’t. Own. Me.”
“Did you sleep with him, Ash?”
I didn’t answer. A moment later I heard him sigh.
“Ash—”
“No, Nathan. I didn’t sleep with him.”
A few moments later I heard footsteps and then the front door opening and closing.
As angry and confused as I had been, I suddenly felt a whole lot worse.
~000~
Sunday night I found myself at a frat party with Autumn. I’d begged her to go out with me. I couldn’t stand to be at home both because being around Katie and Drew’s perfect fucking relationship and my own confusing thoughts about Nathan were pure torture.
I was angry at him. But I was also angry at myself. Things were so messed up between us and I knew it wasn’t just his fault. I should have known better.
“Two more,” Autumn said, smiling as she plopped two more tequila shots down on the table, along with two more beers.
“Fantastic,” I said, quickly slamming mine back. Before I could swallow, my eyes locked on a very disturbing sight on the other side of the enormous house.
Nathan. With a blond girl straddling him. Their faces were melded together and his hands were wrapped around her ass, gently rocking her against him. I swallowed the alcohol, relishing the burn down my throat.
“Son of a bitch,” I seethed. Autumn whipped her long brown hair around, immediately seeing what I’d just saw.
She snorted. Then, she grabbed my arm to make me look at her. “Hey, look who just showed up,” she said and pointed in the direction of the door.
Daniel. And he looked good dressed in ripped up jeans and a t-shirt with his frat’s name on the front. His eyes immediately locked on me, and slow smile spread across his face.
When I looked back at Nathan, he was up, his hand clasped with the buxom blonde and leading her to the stairs. I fought the urge to cry and scream. Instead I turned my attention back on Daniel, who sat on the couch next to me, sliding an arm around my waist.
“Hey, Beautiful,” he said.
He leaned down to kiss me on the cheek, but I turned my head and caught his lips with mine. He was surprised at first, but I brought my hand up to his face and opened my mouth, licking the seam in his lips.
What seemed like hours later, but was probably only ten minutes, we resurfaced. Daniel slid his hand up my leg, his fingers slipped just under the hem of my short skirt. I shivered.
“Want to go upstairs to my room?” he asked. I swallowed hard. After a greeting like that I knew he was expecting something. My stomach flip flopped
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