“You’re with him?” He snorts. “Should have guessed. You’re still riding his dick for all it’s worth.” “What do you want?” “Is that all it takes, babe? A mansion and fancy earrings? I thought you had more substance than that.” “I’m going to hang up.” “Wait.” There’s a genuine note of emotion in his voice, so I don’t. Damnit, why is he calling me on Christmas? “I want to know.” “Know what?” “Why him?” He pauses, breathing heavily on the line. “Why’d you pick that asshole?” “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
