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Riley

I woke up alone as always, Georgia’s perfume hitting my nose as I buried my face in the pillow. I’d spent more of the night fucking her than I had drinking, so I’d driven her home close to two in the morning, heading back to Angel’s to get a decent sleep. Marla had texted me an hour before that, bitching about Ryder having a girl over, and they were keeping the house awake.

That was nothing new.

I rolled onto my back, reaching for my phone to check my notifications. There was a missed call and a message from Landon, calling me a hussy and hoping my silence was because I’d finally suffocated between a pair of thighs. We always liked to taunt each other, so I sent him the middle finger emoji to let him know I was alive.

I scrolled through Facebook for a while before climbing out of bed, making my way into the kitchen and rolling my eyes as I found Angel sitting on the counter in nothing but a shirt, her evening date fucking her with his hand over her mouth.

“Ew. Gross. It’s too early to deal with this shit,” I grunted as I walked to the fridge and pulled it open to grab some juice. It wasn’t the first time I’d witnessed Angel getting laid, and it wouldn’t be the last. I didn’t give a shit, as long as the guys she fucked left me alone.

I found a glass, pouring a drink and checking my phone again as it buzzed with a text, Luna’s name popping up on the screen. I sipped my drink and walked into the living room as I opened it, choking when a picture of her in her panties and her arm across her naked tits filled the screen. That was going in the spank bank for sure.

I had no idea why she’d sent it, but I wasn’t going to complain.

I started texting a response, unsure what to say. Did I compliment her sweetly, or say something dirty back?

Before I could figure it out, she called me, my heart thumping in my chest. I felt like a damn virgin all over again when it came to her.

I hit answer, lifting the phone to my ear and hoping Angel didn’t start screaming or something from the other room. “Morning, Lou. I was…”

“Don’t open my message!” she squealed, cutting me off. “Oh my god. I didn’t mean to send it to you!”

I should’ve known it wasn’t for me, but that didn’t make it hurt any less. I suddenly scowled, anger burning through me. “Who the fuck was it meant for?”

“You saw it?!”

“It’s a bit hard not to notice when there’s a nude flashing on my phone,” I snapped as anger poured through me, almost dropping my drink. “Why are you sending nudes to someone?”

She was quiet for a second before sighing heavily, and I could almost see her biting her lip. “It was obviously for Stan. I don’t send things like that to just anybody, Riley.”

“You don’t send shit like that to anyoneever!” I hissed, practically burning a hole in the carpet as I paced. “The hell were you sending it to him for? Did he tell you to? I swear to god, I’m going to…”

“No! I wanted to spice things up a little! It was to surprise him!” she insisted, her voice cracking. “You weren’t supposed to see it, I’m sorry.”

“Why do you need to spice things up? You’ve only been together for a couple of years. If it’s not still spicy, that seems to be ahimproblem. You’re hot as fuck, Lou. If you need to make him pant over you by sending shit like that, there’s something wrong with him,” I bit out, not caring if she knew I thought she was hot. “It’s okay to work for your relationship, but if only one of you are putting the work in, you’re wasting your time. What’shedoing to spice things up?”

“Fuck you,” she choked out as a sob left her, hanging up without another word.

“Fuck,” I growled, smacking the side of my head with frustration as I forcefully threw my phone onto the couch cushions, putting my face in my hands. I hated how sensitive she could be sometimes, because I always made her cry without meaning to.

I hated myself when I made her cry, and she must have been really upset if she’d cursed at me. She never cursed.

I got to my feet and grabbed my phone, heading up to the room I’d slept in, snatching my hoodie and shoving it over my head before grabbing my car keys. I forced my feet into my sneakers and jammed my phone into my pocket, stomping back through the house towards the front door.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Angel asked as she stepped in front of me, thankfully fully dressed and with my bat in her outstretched hand. I heard the shower running, so that explained where her company had vanished to.

“I upset Luna, so I’ve got to go and fix it,” I said as I set my mouth into a hard line, taking the bat as amusement filled her eyes.

“What did you do now?”

“I technically didn’t do anything wrong, I just told her the truth, but now she’s crying. You know what she’s like.” I sighed and rubbed a hand over my face. “Trust my unfiltered mouth to end up with the most sensitive best friend on the planet.”

“Was it about Stan again?”

“Don’t start on me this early or Iwillpunch you in the face.” I scowled at her, knowing she was going to give me shit. “Move, I need to go.”

She stepped aside, letting me pass as sadness clouded her face. “You’re breaking your own heart, and you know it.”