Well, we were fuck buddies, but those were the best types of friends in my opinion. Her just being a slut as she propositioned my brother when we were dating-yeah, that had all been there, but when Tate came back in our lives, she and I became friends.

With all the history between us, physical violence had never been present. I pushed off from the Escalade and started toward her. You told Sam that I was in love with her.īullshit. They seem happy and still sickeningly in love, so all’s still good in the Kade/Strattan trio. Hip-hop music blared, even sounding loud where we were, a few yards away in the parking area. She gestured behind me to the lit up mansion. About that, you know that wasn’t to get at you, right? That was to fuck things up with your brother. Her frosted pink lips pressed together, and her eyes glanced away for a second. I’d fillet her alive, but instead, all I said was, You fucked with my relationships the last time I saw you. That wasn’t a question, and she knew better than to give me an opening. I narrowed my eyes and leaned back against my Escalade, sliding my hands inside my front pockets. Turning around, she was walking towards me with a sexy stroll, midriff showing under a white halter top and swinging those hips encased in tight-as-skin jeans. We were all of those, and she dropped a bomb on her way out the last time she was in my life. Tate Sullivan had screamed underneath me, at me, and behind my back. I’d always know that voice, no matter what frame of mind she was in.

I heard the slow and sensual drawl behind me and smirked.

Fallen Crest Public by Tijan