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430 pages, Kindle Edition
First published June 20, 2015

“Where’s Demi?”
I shrug. Demi is my on-again, off-again girlfriend. Right now, we’re on more than we’re off, which is surprising, but I have no doubt it comes down to image. She’s the equivalent to me in her social circle, so it works. Plus she’s hot.
The sky holds no candle to her eyes. I study the rest of her, really taking her in. I don’t think I’ve seen her around here before. She’s got this thick mass of strawberry-blond hair that’s bundled on top of her head, with thick strands falling around her face.
She’s not a nerd, far from it, but she’s certainly not in the same league as Demi.
“Later, Blue Belle.”
Demi’s head bobs up and down as she works my cock with her mouth.
I haven’t seen him since the night I left five years ago.
“I’m sure being married hasn’t stopped you from having relationships in the past five years, Maximus,” Mom says, her voice a little icy. “Therefore, a divorce can be given over the mail. She will see you if she wants to see you.”
“The relationships I’ve had since then are my business.
When the woman beside him moves again, I finally tear my eyes away from his face and look to her. She’s blond, pretty, and kind of reminds me of his old girlfriend Demi. She reaches over and tucks herself into his side, running her fingers down his chest.
Of course he’s seeing other women. What? Did I expect he’d hang around waiting for me? He doesn’t even love me. He fell out of love with me five years ago. He told me so himself.
“Better than the last one you took home.”
“You think I didn’t notice that? You think I didn’t feel the bitter, empty loneliness when you pushed me away, when you slept in different beds, when you started drinking and shut me out? You think I didn’t figure out you weren’t the same fucking person?”
To be with Belle would mean to take a step down from being the king of the school. From being that popular kid everyone wants to be friends with.
It’s what I’ve worked for since I came to this place.
My career in football relies on it.
I see Demi on the ground, screaming up at Belle with a bloodied nose. My eyes dart to Belle, who is panting, tiny fists clenched, eye black and swollen still.
Even Demi’s friends are standing back, with shocked looks on their faces.
“Stay away from me!” she screams down at Demi.
“You stay away from Max. He’s mine, you stupid, ugly, bitch.”
“You can have him,” Belle bellows. “I don’t give a shit about any of you.”
“Don’t be fucking furious that you’ve kept my fucking kid from me? Don’t be furious that you can’t even give me five fucking minutes to speak to you? Don’t be furious that you’re a selfish fucking cunt?”
“Are you fucking him?”
I blink. “I beg your pardon?”
“Are you fucking him?” he barks.
“What the hell would it matter if I am? You’ve been sticking your dick in random women since I left, so don’t you dare act like you’re higher than me right now.”
“You never could say no to me,” he rasps in my ear as he grinds against me.
My eyes flick towards the gorgeous, busty blonde that comes in. She doesn’t seem at all fazed that I’m standing in front of Max. No, she just sidles right over and cries out, “There you are, baby. I’ve been calling you.”
“How hot is Max?” the girl beside me says to her friend.
“Oh my God, I know. I love watching him fight, but more, I love watching him fuck after a fight. He’s an animal.”
“How many?”
He drops my chin. “Why are you askin’ questions that will only hurt you?”
“Please, Max.”
He grunts and runs his hand over his head. “I didn’t fucking count. Maybe twenty.”
Twenty.
Twenty women have had my husband in their beds.
“I’m sorry, miss, it’s been declined.”
Tears burn under my eyelids as I stare at the machine, flashing with the horror of my situation. I’m at the doctors, seeing them about an illness I’ve had for a few weeks, and now I can’t pay. I don’t understand. I’ve been so careful with money.
Anger bubbles up in my chest as I watch a woman lean over him, breasts near his face, giggling as she lines up some cards. No. No more. I storm over and the moment I reach him, I start screaming. “What the hell is wrong with you?”
He stands, staring at me, his eyes scanning my face. Eyes that I love so damned much.
“No, I don’t love you anymore. I think we need a break.”











"Max?"
"Yeah, baby?"
"Can I keep you forever?"
