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But her dating Sawyer?

I didn’t ever see that coming.

I’m angry and beyond frustrated.

The only way I've ever known to dull those feelings is to fuck them out of me. I pummel the bag over and over again until my arms are unable to lift, and I rest against the bag, panting and still amped up.

How could they do this?

I’ve been fucking good. I mean, really fucking good. Yeah, maybe I've gotten laid since Viv, but never have I rubbed it in her face.

Not fucking once.

I go into my bedroom and strip, climbing into my shower and letting the water wash away the sweat but leave the festering rage inside.

Did he fucking touch her?

I turn the water off and dry with a towel before pulling on my boxer briefs and climbing under the covers, tossing and turning.

The thought of his hands on her makes me want to fucking vomit.

I throw the covers back and sit up, knowing that the idea in my head is terrible, but I can’t stop my body from moving up the stairs to the main floor.

Seeing it’s completely dark and knowing that Viv must have done a quick sweep down here, probably to clean up and then turn off all the lights, I silently trudge up the stairs toward the top level of the house.

Baz’s door is closed, and I make my way to Viv’s, trying to steady my breathing. I walk through the open door and see no sign of her but see the bathroom light is on.

Seconds later, she comes out of the bathroom, and I freeze at the sight of her wrapped in a pale pink towel, her hair wet and her lips parted in shock as she stares at me. “Asher? What are you doing in here?”

I can’t look away from the tops of her full breasts, my anger unsatisfied but my arousal only heightened. My eyes lift slowly to hers. “Did you fuck him?”

I can’t calm myself down, my fists clenched tightly at my sides, feeling a rush of jealousy taking over, something I've never felt in my entire life.

Her chin lifts, and I can tell she’s going to fight me on this. “You can’t ask me that.”

I take another step toward her and notice those tits that demand my attention under that towel, are rising and falling with quick breaths as I approach. “I just did.”

I see a flicker of fury in her beautiful eyes as she shakes her head from side to side. “Well, I don’t have to answer.”

I take another step toward her and then another and she backs away until she’s pressed against the wall and my body is a foot from her. “Did you?” My hand slides over her bare arm, it’s a light touch, barely there, but I watch as the fine blonde hairs stand on end. “Were his hands on you?”

“I did feel his hand a time or two.”

I fight the nausea that causes and glare down at her. “Where?”

Her eyes meet mine as her head shakes from side to side. “I’m not doing this. I refuse.” Her voice is hoarse but still strong. “You had your chance with me. You told me that it wasn’t love, that I was confused. So we’ve moved on, Asher.”

My face moves way too close to hers, her Hawaiian smelling shampoo fucks with my senses. “Have we?”

I hate how her lips turn up into a cold smirk. “I have.”

It’s a challenge, and I can’t believe this is the same woman I moved in with almost a year ago. “Is that so?”

She nods, but it’s not so sure as my finger trails over her collar bone. “Baz was with you tonight. I know he couldn’t have fucked you.”

My eyes meet hers, and I expect her to back down, to calm my fears, but instead I watch her full lips move as I listen to her voice. “That’s true. Baz was with us most of the day.”

What the fuck? I study her eyes now, hoping to see the lie in them. “What are you talking about? Like you would leave Baz somewhere just so you can go fuck Sawyer.”