Page 35 of From That Moment

The hairs on the back of my neck rose, and I looked around for a weapon, but then I realized who was back there.

I recognized that purse, those shoes, and even the fucking bra.

And the deep voice that went along with the very familiar feminine voice? No, she wasn’t alone. She wasn’t waiting for me.

Fuck this.

How the hell had she gotten in?

I slowly made my way to the back of the house, wondering if I should just say screw it and leave and let her have a good time in my bed.

Instead, I made it to my bedroom door, looked at my bed where the woman I was currently dating was riding her ex, a man I had met once or twice. I let out a laugh.

Because why the fuck not?

At my laugh, the man froze, his hands digging deep into her hips, but Allison turned over her shoulder and winked.

“It’s about time you got home.”

Un-fucking-believable.

“Jesus. You could’ve just texted. Isn’t that what people do these days? Is there a reason you had to fuck your ex in my bed?Mybed.”

She continued moving, and the guy started shaking as if trying to dislodge her, but Allison did what she wanted.

“What? You weren’t getting me off, so I figured I’d do what I had to.”

“Seriously? That’s the line you’re going with? Fine. Get out. It’s done. It’s over. You already know this. Get out of my fucking house. And give me back the fucking key I didn’t know you had.”

“I watered your plants. So, I kept the key.”

“I don’t fucking care. Get out. Now.”

She rolled her eyes and then swiveled her hips before getting off.

I turned because there were some things I didn’t need to see and ignored the pair as the guy started grumbling low about how he’d thought this was her place.

The guy must be dumber than a bag of rocks if he thought this was her house. But whatever, I didn’t have time to worry about that right now. I just needed her out.

The guy mumbled his apologies before running out, his shoes in his hands, and his zipper undone, closing the front door behind him.

I turned to see Allison slowly putting on her earrings, her lips swollen, and her makeup smeared a bit.

“Was it worth it?”

“You tell me. You love her, you’re spending all your time with her, and all you did was leave me alone. You deserved this.”

What. The. Fuck?

“You know what, fuck you.”

“You weren’t doing that, and that was the problem. You don’t get to talk to me that way.”

“You basically broke into my house. You’re fucking your ex in my bed, and you have the nerve to say that? Do you want to know where I was? Why don’t you fucking ask me, Allison?”

“You were with her, weren’t you?”

“I was in the hospital because she got attacked in our work parking lot. I was waiting to make sure that she was alive. Whatever. We already knew this relationship was over, even before now. You just made sure to bang that nail right into the coffin.”