Page 76 of From That Moment
“You’re right. I didn’t need to snap. However, you did just force your way into my home. I would like for you to leave, now.”
“Let me say my piece first.”
“I don’t need to hear it. You and your guy Tony can ride off into the sunset. What you did in my bed, the fact that I had to get a new fucking mattress and sheets? That’s in the past now. I’m over it. I don’t need to hash it out.”
“You replaced the mattress that you and I made love on?”
“Okay, then. We’ve officially reached a new stage ofwhat the fuck. You fucked your ex or whatever he currently is onmybed. Notourbed, mine. I got a new mattress mostly because I needed a new one anyway, and you were the final straw.”
“I don’t understand why you’re saying these words to me.”
“I don’t know who you are right now. Because you are not the Allison that I used to date. Maybe I wasn’t looking hard enough, and for that, I am sorry. You really don’t need to be here, though.”
She looked around my home, kind of frowned at my kitchen counter and all the groceries out there so I could make brunch for Paris.
“You’re going to make a meal for her? You never cooked for me.”
“Okay, we’re done. Get out.”
“I hope you’re happy with her. You’ll never have with her what we could have had, though.”
“You’re right. I have an open and honest relationship with her, and I know she’s never going to fuck her ex in my bed.”
“You don’t need to keep throwing that in my face.”
“If you leave, then I won’t have to.”
Someone cleared their throat from behind me, and I closed my eyes and let out a breath.
I turned to see Paris standing there, champagne in one hand, a bag of produce in the other. She was wearing jeans and a tank top, her hair piled on the top of her head, and she had indeed not finished it for the day. Because today was supposed to be our lazy day, one where we could just hang out and do nothing.
And now she was walking in on me shirtless in gray sweats, her favorite thing on me for some unknown reason, with my ex standing in my house, tears streaming down her cheeks. It was too fucking early in the morning for this.
“Oh, we didn’t see you there,” Allison purred.
“No, don’t do that,” Paris said, shaking her head.
“Excuse me?” Allison asked.
“You heard him, he told you to leave, and he was very polite about it. I spoke to you before this, and you were nice. You were not on whatever trip you’re currently on. You don’t need to resort to whatever you’re doing right now. You are a stronger person than this. If you don’t get the fuck out of his house right now, I’m going to be the one who hits you. Because he’s not going to force you bodily out of the building, because he’s nice like that. I’m the bitch.”
I held back a smile because she looked so fucking hot saying that.
Yes, I was fucking in love with Paris.
“Don’t you dare talk to me like that.”
“Out,” I said.
“Prior.”
“Don’t whine. That isn’t you. I don’t know what’s up with you and Tony, and I’m sorry about that. I’m sorry that I wasn’t a good enough boyfriend. Except you don’t need to be here. We’re never going to get back together. And you shouldn’t be acting like this. You’re better than this.”
“I hate you,” she snapped.
“Whatever you feel, that’s your right.”
Paris spoke up. “You don’t hate him. You just hate yourself right now. What you should have done is cut him out of all the photos with you, burn them, and then get drunk and move on. You don’t come to his house and act like this. This isn’t you.”