Page 9 of My Never
“I’m sorry. I won’t ever say it again.”
“Thank you, Mark.”
I nod in acknowledgement, pressing my lips together hard.
“How did you know what to say when you turned around? Did Colin tell you details?” she asks, slightly embarrassed.
“No, Colin didn’t give me any details other than him telling you to your face that he found you to be a boring pru–...fuck. He did tell me that he called you that, and I’m just remembering. I feel like such an asshole!”
I look over at her, because dangit, I am an asshole. How could I forget that? Then I turned around and called her the same thing? No wonder she hates me. She doesn’t say anything, just waits for me to continue.
“Anyways, he had that kind of vibe. The whole, ‘my way or the highway’ vibe. He didn’t let you express yourself a whole hell of a lot did he?”
“No,” she answers softly as if she’s holding back tears.Shit. If she cries, it’s going to take everything I have to not go back and hit the jerk in the face.
“I found him in my bed jacking off while his secretary was riding his face.”
My jaw drops as I stare out the windshield. For a good thirty seconds. I finally shut my yap and look over at her. She’slooking at me like she’s a tad amused that she rendered me speechless.
“No crass remark?”
“There’s nothing funny about that.”
“I’m glad you recognize that. He told me he strayed because I was boring. When I told him that he made it clear he was the boss in the bedroom and that he didn’t want me to speak up about my wants, he told me I should’ve still taken the initiative. Anytime I attempted to speak up or try new things, he’d laugh and ask why the hell I wanted to. Said he’d take care of all my “needs” and that he knew what I wanted. He most certainly never asked me to ride his face.”
“And you stayed?” I ask incredulously, trying not to think too much about Ava riding anyone’s face.
“Like I said, I was younger and naive. Stupid, really.”
“You’re not stupid. You just wanted love.”
She inhales sharply, and I know I’ve struck a few raw nerves on her already awful day. I don’t need to add anymore to it.
“Well, as awful as I imagine it was, he did you a favor. You would’ve been miserable with him.”
“I know it. It makes me so angry that I still let him get to me like that.”
“How often do you run into him?”
“I’ve surprisingly only run into him a handful of times since.”
“Thank goodness for that. Is he always thatpleasant?”
“Sometimes he acts as if nothing ever happened and we’re just two old friends that have run into each other.”
“I don’t know which is more awkward.”
“Right?”
Because this conversation is getting too real for me, I can’t help but fall back on my good ol charm she just loves.
“So, I just gotta know…”
She groans like I drive her crazy, and I might like it a little too much.
“What do you just have to know?”
“Would you have done it?”
