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“Excuse me?” Henry asked, looking angrier than I had ever seen him, but I didn’t let him intimidate me.
“You’re a cherry chaser. You get fixated on virgins and bring them into your lair until you take what you want. No wonder you were so good at it; you knew exactly what you were doing.”I just had no clue he’d use those gained skills on me. His best friend. My heart was breaking.
The words hurt coming out of my mouth, but by how he was brushing me off, I had to save my heart somehow. What we’d shared together would go down in history as one of the best moments of my life, and I didn’t want to tarnish it. There was no way of stopping that from happening, though.
“Wow.” He paused while he ran his hand through his hair. “Glad you think so highly of me.”
“Tell me it’s not true,” I said, wishing he’d tell me I was an idiot, that I was wrong, that I was the most inconsiderate ass he’d ever come across.
“Believe what you want, Rosie.”Who the hell was this man in front of me?
“You’re a dick,” I said. “I can’t believe you would sacrifice our relationship, our friendship, for a roll in your bed, because you have some creepy obsession. Why would you do that?”
My breath was getting caught in my throat as tears threatened to fall. I refused to cry though. I didn’t want to come off as an attached ex-virgin clinger, and if I cried over him doing the old stuff-and-go, I would look like a serious clinger.
Taking a deep breath, Henry walked to his door and turned toward me to answer my question. “Because according to you, I don’t care about our friendship and would rather stick you and throw away everything we’ve ever had.” He shook his head and as he walked away he said, “See you around, Rosie. Good luck with Atticus. Hopefully he treats you better than I did.”
With his last words, my tears finally fell. I went to my room and slammed my door, wishing to erase the day from the very beginning.
I never should have kissed him.
I never should have let him touch me.
I never should have given in to his seducing ways.
I never should have believed his lies about what he felt for me.
Everything was ruined now.
I pulled out my notebook and stared at it for a while until I wrote the one thing I would remember for the rest of my life.
June 14, 2018
Note to self: Never sleep with your friends. It never ends well, no matter how many romantic comedies you watch.
Chapter Twenty-One
The Sexuals
The sound of Sir Licks-a-Lot’s sandpapery tongue echoed through the walls of my office, as I watched him prop his leg up like a gymnast and go to town on his mini kitty balls. His favorite spot to clean himself in my office was on the top of my filing cabinet where he could be spotted from around the office and today, once again, he was taking advantage of the office view.
Occasionally he’d pull his head away from his crotch and shake his head, as if he had his cat balls stuck on his tongue, but then he’d go back to licking. It was like he was giving himself oral, just like Bear, and it was uncomfortable and odd to be around.
I tried shooing him away so I didn’t have to hear his scratchy tongue cause an obnoxious friction against his private bits, but all he did was flip me off with his toes. Coincidence that his middle claw stuck up further? I think not, the little bastard knew what he was doing.
It’s been two days since I’d talked to Henry. He hadn’t been around the apartment and neither had I to be honest. I’d put in some extra time the past two days at work to avoid him. Now that it was Wednesday, I was starting to go stir-crazy from avoiding the apartment.
Yesterday when I got home, Delaney tried talking to me, but I faked a headache and went straight to bed, avoiding dinner and any reason I’d need to go into the common spaces. I even brushed my teeth in my room with a bottle of water and spat out my window. Not the classiest of actions, but the moment I heard Henry’s voice in the common space, I swore not to step foot outside my room.
Going to bed with Henry was probably the most colossal mistake I’d ever made. To further my dismay, after only a couple days, Henry was already looking for a new apartment. I’d seen a listing tucked under his computer on the kitchen counter.
Not only had I put distance between us, but I’d practically put him out of his own home. Well, it was both of our doing, I guessed. I couldn’t take blame for everything that happened. He was the one who pursued me,persuadedme, kept being all handsy and . . . perfect.
Damn.
I missed him terribly. Why did things have to take a turn to Crapville?
I’d replayed the moment after I checked the message on my phone over and over in my head, trying to figure out what went wrong. Was he mad about Atticus calling? Because after I hung up my phone, his entire mood had changed. The loving Henry who had been holding me, loving me, turned into an angry man, full of nasty comments and hatred toward me.
