s my heart. Not again. He coul

sed he w

tten him drunk enough that he didn't know who he was fucking and had thought it was

isn't a f

that greets me as proof of his infidelity. A naked brunette was sprawled on the bed with her stomach

e." The naked woman cried, bu

, come arou

e by my name, nothing more. I thought it was because he didn'

ing to come

amn tight for me to

d his pants still on, but I didn't need to get

head football cheerleader and the one who did everything to kick me out of the team when I started dating the s

to do it so casually? He promised me no

Blake's expression goes

ddle fingers of both hands to show

ella,

ut off and I stormed out of the room. Footsteps tread behind me, hurried to

ingers curl around my wrist, turning me to face a bare

, let me

ty hands, you cheater" I yank m

e explain.." Bla

", I said with anger, making me

Why the fuck do you keep asking me to take you back when

me, raking a hand through h

mean to this time. I

shoving him back and he hits the coffee tabl

n it this time, so when are you going to mean it

the cheerleaders in the team, heck have an orgy for all I care"

and I collide with a solid chest, gasping at the impact. A hand curled around my exp

rly at the height of six feet, five inches tall. I spot the ink tattooe

some features of the not-so-stranger's face - from the strong square-cut jaw dusted with a light st

thirty-year-old brother of my now ex-boyfriend.

jaw tight. He reads my thoughts instantly. I should have known he wou

oftness, in that Italian drawl of his, that I forget about hea

wrong?

he would figure it out anyway once I leave

relationship, and has asked me countless times if his br

kies sessions after Blake made me cry or while watching action and comedy mov

ns possible, but as I stand here with Dimitri's hand on my waist, the familiar guilt ove

e notices that, he tears his fingers off my skin, each tattooed fi

k out of the apartment, leav