Page 6 of Sweet Pucking Revenge (2-Hour Quickies #6)

Maggie

I'm curled on Kyle's leather couch, laptop balanced on my knees, when he storms in. Something's off—his energy, his expression, the way he doesn't even look at me.

"We need to talk."

My stomach drops. Those four words never mean anything good.

"Baby, what's wrong?" I close my laptop, trying to read his face. "Is it your sister?"

He laughs, but it's not his usual sound. It's cruel, dismissive. "There is no sister, Maggie."

"What?"

"God, for someone so smart, you can be incredibly stupid." He starts packing my things—the spare makeup bag I keep here, my charging cable. "Did you really think I had a sick sister? That was just my excuse when something better came along."

The room tilts. "I don't understand."

"Let me make it simple then." He tosses my things at me.

"I've been fucking other women since day one.

The Marilyn Monroe impersonator, Melody?

She was just the start. But now..." His smile turns predatory.

"Now I've found someone who can actually advance my career.

Someone with class, connections. Not just some Mexican girl playing with computers. "

Each word hits like a slap. "Kyle—"

"You were convenient, Maggie. Exotic arm candy. And yeah, your daddy's resort was a nice retirement plan. But Lenora? She owns the whole damn team."

Lenora . The new owner. Of course.

"You're leaving me for her?" My voice sounds far away.

"'Leaving' implies we had something real." He checks his phone, already bored with this conversation. "Face it, you were never good enough. Too desperate to please, too eager to believe any bullshit I fed you. Even Grayson saw it—"

"Don't." My hands shake. "Don't bring him into this."

"Why not? The way you look at him... Did you think I didn't notice? But he's not interested, sweetheart. He was just being nice because I asked him to babysit you that night."

Tears burn but I won't let them fall. Not here. Not for him.

"Get out." His voice turns hard. "Lenora's coming over, and I don't need you embarrassing me."

I gather my things, legs unsteady. At the door, I turn back. "You know what the worst part is? I actually loved you."

"That's your problem, not mine." He's already texting, probably to her. "Oh, and Maggie? Delete my number. We're done."

The door closes behind me. I make it to my car before the tears come.

My phone buzzes—Dorian. Then Grayson.

I ignore both.

How could I have been so blind?