punching range.
“You should have said all this two weeks ago,” I tell him. “But you didn’t. You could have apologized then. You could have begged me not to leave. But you didn’t even try.”
“Would that have changed your mind?” Andrew says.
“No.” Tears sting my eyes, which pisses me off. The last thing I want is for Andrew to see just how hurt I really am. “But it would have made me feel less stupid for being with you. It wouldn’t have made me feel so—”
Unloved.
That’s what I’m about to say but stop myself before the word can escape. I fear it will make me look as pathetic as I often feel.
“Were there others besides her?” I ask, even though it’s a pointless question. I’m certain there were. I’m also certain it doesn’t make any difference now.
“No,” Andrew says.
“I don’t believe you.”
“Honest.”
Despite his protests, it’s clear he’s lying. His eyes shift ever so slightly to the left. It’s his tell.
“How many?” I say.
Andrew shrugs, scratches the back of his head.
“Two or three.”
Which probably means there were more.
“I’m sorry about all of them,” Andrew says. “I never meant to hurt you, Jules. I need you to know that. They meant nothing to me. You did. I loved you. Truly. And now I’ve lost you forever.”
He moves in even closer and attempts to tuck a lock of hair behind my ear. Another one of his surefire moves. He did it right before our first kiss.
I slap his hand away. “You should have thought about that earlier.”
“You’re right, I should have,” Andrew says. “And you have every reason to be angry and hurt. I just wanted to tell you that I regret everything. And that I’m sorry.”
He stands in place, as if waiting for something. I think he wants me to forgive him. I don’t plan on doing that anytime soon.
“Fine,” I say. “You’ve said your apologies. Now you can go.”
Andrew doesn’t budge.
“There’s something else,” he says, growing quiet.
I cross my arms and huff. “What else could there possibly be?”
“I need—” Andrew looks around the lobby until he’s certain there’s no one else around. “I need money.”
I stare at him, stunned. When my legs start to buckle with anger, I try to cover it by taking a step backward.
“You can’t be fucking serious.”
“It’s for the rent,” he says, his voice a desperate whisper. “You don’t know how expensive that place is.”
“I actually do,” I shoot back, “seeing how I paid half that rent for a year.”
“And you lived there for a few days this month, which means you should give me at least a little money to cover that.”
“What makes you think I have any money to give?”
“Because you live here.” Andrew spreads his arms wide, gesturing at the grandiose lobby. “I don’t know what racket you’ve got going, Jules, but I’m impressed.”
Just then, Nick enters the lobby, looking particularly dashing in a fitted gray suit. Even better, he looks rich, which prompts Andrew to eye him with undisguised contempt. Seeing it makes me feel petty. Vindictively so. Which is why I rush to Nick and say, “There you are! I’ve been waiting for you!”
I pull him into a hug, whispering desperately into his ear, “Please go along with this.”
Then I kiss him. More than just a quick peck on the lips. It’s a kiss that lingers—long enough for me to feel the jealousy radiating from Andrew’s side of the lobby.
“Who’s this?” he says.
Nick, thankfully, continues the charade. Casually throwing an arm over my shoulder, he says, “I’m Nick. Are you a friend of Jules’s?”
“This is Andrew,” I say.
Nick steps forward to shake Andrew’s hand. “A pleasure to meet you, Andrew. I’d love to stay and chat, but Jules and I have an important thing to get to.”
“Yes,” I add. “Very important. I suggest you run along as well.”
Andrew hesitates a moment, his gaze switching between Nick and me. His expression is a mixture of insult and injury. I’d like to be the kind of person who doesn’t enjoy seeing him hurt. I’m not.
“The door’s right there,” Nick says, pointing the way out. “In case you’re confused.”
“Bye, Andrew.” I give him the weakest of waves. “Have a nice life.”
With one last regretful look, Andrew slips out the door and, hopefully, out of my life. Once he’s gone, I pull away from Nick, humiliation burning my cheeks.
“I am so sorry about that. I didn’t know what else to do. I needed him to leave and couldn’t think of a better way to make that happen.”
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