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“We are.”“Is he your brother?”“No.”“Just your friend?”I nodded. “My only friend.”“I’m not your friend?” she whispered.The last thing I wanted to be considered was a friend. I’d take lover, but I preferred something better. “No. Friends don’t fuck the way we do.” I refilled my glass with wine and took another drink.“I should have asked this sooner, but when we were apart…were you with anyone else?”I wanted to blurt out the truth, but that would be stupid. It would make me seem weak, like I was sitting home alone wondering what to do about her. “That’s none of your business. The second you left this relationship—”“It’s not a relationship.”I set down my glass and leaned forward. “It is a relationship. When you get on your knees and apologize, that’s a fucking relationship. It’s you and me…figuring this shit out.” I sat back again after my tone sank into her flesh. “I’m clean. That’s all you need to know.”“By your logic, you should tell me if you did or didn’t. Because that’s a

“Stop. You’ll kill him.”“He is dead.” He gave him one more hard punch before he let Lance’s head hit the concrete. As if nothing had happened, he got to his feet and wiped his bloody hands on his jeans. When he moved to me, his rage was gone, replaced by gentle concern. “Baby, are you alright?” He kneeled in front of me, examining my features for signs of injury.My dress was down now and my panties were on, so he didn’t have to see me like that. I survived the fight without a scratch. The only scar I had was the memory of almost being raped in an alleyway. I blurted the first question that came to mind. “How did you know…?” Was he watching me? Having his men tail me?He nodded to my purse. “You accidentally called me. I listened for a few seconds and knew something was wrong. I drove over here right away and saw him drag you into the alleyway.” Now that Lance was dead, his violence disappeared too. He seemed relieved I was okay, grateful nothing had happened to me, grateful that my

The waitress brought the drinks.I picked up my glass and held it up for a toast.She smiled then picked hers up.“To good sex and strong liquor.” I tapped my glass against hers before I took a drink.She brought it to her lips and tried to drink like a man, getting a rush of it down her throat. She almost choked it back up, but she forced it down into her stomach. She wiped away the drops with her thumb.I downed my entire glass and tried not to chuckle at her. “I warned you.”She stuck out her tongue and made a disgusted face. “How the hell do you drink that?”“Lots of practice. Every day.” My hand moved into her hair and rested on the back of her neck. “And if you want to prove yourself to me, do it in the bedroom. I don’t give a damn how much or little you can drink.”“Good.” She made a grossed-out face again. “I think I’m done for the night. For the week, actually.”I grabbed her glass and finished it off.“Are you going to be able to drive?”“Baby, I could fly a plane right now.

My resolve disappeared because that was all I wanted to do. I didn’t want to sit in this apartment alone with a bottle of red wine for company. I wanted a big, sweaty man on top of me. My fingers wanted to feel the coarse hair of his slight beard. My eyes wanted to look into his as he fucked me.Why would I want to be here if I could be with him?Come here, or I’ll get you. Which is it going to be?I hated being bossed around, but with him, it made me go weak. I liked it when he grabbed me by the hair and forced me to kiss him. When he pinned my arms above my head as he fucked me. When he told me I was his.I liked everything…which was why I said no. I’m gonna stay in tonight. I’ll see you tomorrow. I needed to break it up, to eliminate the intensity, to soften the seriousness between us. We were on a dangerous path, and I didn’t want to see where it led.I’m on my way.Wordlessly, we drove back to his place.Music played over the speakers, and the windows were tinted with frost becau

“I told you—”His voice rose in volume, so loud it echoed off every corner of the high ceiling. “Get the fuck out.” He finally turned around and looked at me, so much hatred in his gaze. He’d loved me moments ago, but now I was the number one hit on his list. Our affection died like it had never lived in the first place. All our memories were tainted by this moment in time. Now he treated me like one of his enemies, like the man he beat to death in the alleyway. Love could turn to hate so quickly…like that was all we ever knew.Tears welled up in my eyes and started to drip down my cheeks.He didn’t give a damn. “Goodbye, Sofia.”19HadesI sat at the bar with an empty glass in front of me. People talked around me, the TV was on in the background, and the bartender poured rounds for everyone having a good time. I couldn’t even look at my watch and check the time because I was so drunk. My gaze was blurry. I had to cut myself off because I held my liquor so well that most people had no