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I watched from behind my curtains until Amaury's BMW disappeared around the corner, then grabbed my notebook from the nightstand.
I'd been taking public transit to work for weeks just to create this opportunity. Thank God the weather app was right—that downpour was exactly what I needed.
I flipped through the notebook, pages covered with notes about Amaury's interests and preferences.
The guy was practically a ghost online, but I'd finally tracked down his old university Instagram and spent hours documenting everything—favorite authors, obscure films, music taste, even random art commentary. That's how I knew about "The Holy Mountain." I'd forced myself to sit through that weird-ass movie until 3 AM last night.
Hey, regular girls like me have to put in extra work to catch guys like that.
I was still smiling when my phone buzzed.
Unknown number, but I recognized the voice immediately.
Dante sounded bored, annoyed. "You left a bunch of your crap at my place. Come get it or I'm tossing everything."
I had left some stuff behind—mostly things I didn't want anyway, random clothes and books that would just take up space.
I figured Dante would've thrown it all out by now. Weird that he was actually calling.
"Just throw it away. I don't want any of it."
I was flipping through my Amaury notes while talking, barely paying attention.
The silence stretched so long I could practically feel him getting pissed off through the phone.
Then the line went dead.
Typical Dante—always needing to be the center of attention, throwing tantrums when he wasn't. Not my circus anymore.
I blocked the number and moved on.
After yesterday's progress with Amaury, I couldn't pull the same move again. Too obvious.
For once, I left the office at a normal time and met Tamia at our usual spot downtown.
Three cosmos in, we were both feeling it. Tamia squinted at me through her alcohol haze.
"I still can't believe you just... walked away from Dante. You were obsessed with that guy for like three years."
Back when I was dating Dante, my friends used to get so frustrated with me. Called me a doormat, said I had no backbone.
But honestly? I never saw it that way.
I knew what I wanted from him, and I paid the price to get it. That was my choice.
I set down my glass.
"He was great for hooking up, but I'm not an idiot. Having fun in your twenties is one thing."
"But marrying him? I'd be signing up for a lifetime of bullshit."
Tamia clinked her glass against mine. "Damn, girl. Cold as ice. But I respect it. You got the best years of that fine-ass player and now you're trading up—"
She stopped mid-sentence, staring behind me like she'd seen a ghost.
"Oh shit. Please tell me I'm hallucinating right now."
A familiar laugh made my stomach drop.
"Wow. So that's really why you left me?"
I turned around slowly. Dante was leaning against the brick wall in a crisp white button-down, looking at me like I'd just kicked his dog.
Tamia vanished faster than a mirage.
Dante grabbed my wrist and pulled me into the empty hallway, looming over me with murder in his eyes.
"What the hell are you doing here?" I went on the attack first.
"Please tell me you didn't come looking for me."
Dante's smile was razor-sharp. "Christ, Katrina. You think everything's about you?"
"I'm here with the band. We're playing a set. But lucky me, now I know what you really think."
"I was just talking shit to save face. You destroyed me, and I still have some pride left."
I tried to look away, but he grabbed my chin and forced me to meet his gaze.
His jaw was clenched tight. "Have you been fucking with my head this whole time?"
Basically, yeah, I thought, but I jerked away from his grip.
"Look, whatever went down between us, I gave you three years of my life. You know I did. Be real—how did I treat you?"
"I never did anything wrong. You're the one who kept screwing around. Even if I did use you, you used me too. My time is worth something, isn't it?"
"We're both here now, so let's just... end this like adults. We had something—" I couldn't say "love."
"We had good times."
Dante stared at me for what felt like forever. Just when I thought he was about to lose his shit completely, he started laughing.
Under the dim bar lighting, he was still stupidly gorgeous. But I felt absolutely nothing.
Even the most beautiful face gets old after seeing it every day for three years.
"You actually think you're hot shit, don't you?"
His smile was pure venom. "Yeah, let's end this clean. You think I'd actually chase after you?"
"Just remember one thing—you didn't dump me. I dumped you."
He turned and walked away like I was radioactive waste.
I watched him disappear into the crowd and let out a quiet sigh.
Dante had probably never been rejected in his entire life. Getting dumped by me must've really fucked with his head.
But if rewriting history helped him sleep at night, whatever. I didn't care enough to fight him on it.
I'd been taking public transit to work for weeks just to create this opportunity. Thank God the weather app was right—that downpour was exactly what I needed.
I flipped through the notebook, pages covered with notes about Amaury's interests and preferences.
The guy was practically a ghost online, but I'd finally tracked down his old university Instagram and spent hours documenting everything—favorite authors, obscure films, music taste, even random art commentary. That's how I knew about "The Holy Mountain." I'd forced myself to sit through that weird-ass movie until 3 AM last night.
Hey, regular girls like me have to put in extra work to catch guys like that.
I was still smiling when my phone buzzed.
Unknown number, but I recognized the voice immediately.
Dante sounded bored, annoyed. "You left a bunch of your crap at my place. Come get it or I'm tossing everything."
I had left some stuff behind—mostly things I didn't want anyway, random clothes and books that would just take up space.
I figured Dante would've thrown it all out by now. Weird that he was actually calling.
"Just throw it away. I don't want any of it."
I was flipping through my Amaury notes while talking, barely paying attention.
The silence stretched so long I could practically feel him getting pissed off through the phone.
Then the line went dead.
Typical Dante—always needing to be the center of attention, throwing tantrums when he wasn't. Not my circus anymore.
I blocked the number and moved on.
After yesterday's progress with Amaury, I couldn't pull the same move again. Too obvious.
For once, I left the office at a normal time and met Tamia at our usual spot downtown.
Three cosmos in, we were both feeling it. Tamia squinted at me through her alcohol haze.
"I still can't believe you just... walked away from Dante. You were obsessed with that guy for like three years."
Back when I was dating Dante, my friends used to get so frustrated with me. Called me a doormat, said I had no backbone.
But honestly? I never saw it that way.
I knew what I wanted from him, and I paid the price to get it. That was my choice.
I set down my glass.
"He was great for hooking up, but I'm not an idiot. Having fun in your twenties is one thing."
"But marrying him? I'd be signing up for a lifetime of bullshit."
Tamia clinked her glass against mine. "Damn, girl. Cold as ice. But I respect it. You got the best years of that fine-ass player and now you're trading up—"
She stopped mid-sentence, staring behind me like she'd seen a ghost.
"Oh shit. Please tell me I'm hallucinating right now."
A familiar laugh made my stomach drop.
"Wow. So that's really why you left me?"
I turned around slowly. Dante was leaning against the brick wall in a crisp white button-down, looking at me like I'd just kicked his dog.
Tamia vanished faster than a mirage.
Dante grabbed my wrist and pulled me into the empty hallway, looming over me with murder in his eyes.
"What the hell are you doing here?" I went on the attack first.
"Please tell me you didn't come looking for me."
Dante's smile was razor-sharp. "Christ, Katrina. You think everything's about you?"
"I'm here with the band. We're playing a set. But lucky me, now I know what you really think."
"I was just talking shit to save face. You destroyed me, and I still have some pride left."
I tried to look away, but he grabbed my chin and forced me to meet his gaze.
His jaw was clenched tight. "Have you been fucking with my head this whole time?"
Basically, yeah, I thought, but I jerked away from his grip.
"Look, whatever went down between us, I gave you three years of my life. You know I did. Be real—how did I treat you?"
"I never did anything wrong. You're the one who kept screwing around. Even if I did use you, you used me too. My time is worth something, isn't it?"
"We're both here now, so let's just... end this like adults. We had something—" I couldn't say "love."
"We had good times."
Dante stared at me for what felt like forever. Just when I thought he was about to lose his shit completely, he started laughing.
Under the dim bar lighting, he was still stupidly gorgeous. But I felt absolutely nothing.
Even the most beautiful face gets old after seeing it every day for three years.
"You actually think you're hot shit, don't you?"
His smile was pure venom. "Yeah, let's end this clean. You think I'd actually chase after you?"
"Just remember one thing—you didn't dump me. I dumped you."
He turned and walked away like I was radioactive waste.
I watched him disappear into the crowd and let out a quiet sigh.
Dante had probably never been rejected in his entire life. Getting dumped by me must've really fucked with his head.
But if rewriting history helped him sleep at night, whatever. I didn't care enough to fight him on it.
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