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Rhett to fuck me all those years ago.  
    “About who?” I stood awkwardly in front of him. We had just gotten there a few minutes before. The ride had been silent, empty, like so many things in my life.  
    “The men you’ve fucked since you left.”
    I narrowed my gaze. “You promised me some coke.”
    He nodded and rubbed his fingers against his smooth chin. “I did.” His blue eyes traveled up and down my body, sparkling with malice and want.
    “So give it to me.” My voice trembled and I hated how desperate I sounded.  
    “Not just yet.” A smile curved his lips. “I want to hear about the men you fucked when you ran away from me.”
    Does he know I’m a prostitute? That thought made me nervous. Yesterday I was certain that he didn’t, but now I wasn’t sure. What will he do to me if he knows about the hundreds of men that have been inside me? He tortured me when he found out that I wanted to sleep with someone else—and I hadn’t even done it.  
    “What men?”
    “Don’t play stupid, Faye baby.” He stood up and walked around me.
    My skin prickled as my nerves stood on end.
    “There weren’t any other men.” The lie slipped off my tongue easily.
    He chuckled. It was that sickening sound that I remembered from so long ago when his tastes turned dark. “Don’t lie to me. You’ve been gone for three years and you’re such a lusty little thing.” He trailed a finger along the exposed flesh at my waist below my black top. “You’re the kind of girl that needs to be fucked every day,” he whispered in my ear. “Someone had to fill my void.”
    I shook my head. “No one could take your place.” It fed his ego, but it was also the truth. No one could be what Taylor was to me. No one could take my virginity again. No one could take the things took from me. At the same time, no one could give me the things he gave me either. I pushed the thought away not wanting to consider the good that came out of mine and Taylor’s relationship. The pleasure. The hours I spent orgasming in his mouth and on his cock.  
    He stopped right in front of me, brushing his fingers against my cheek. I wanted to jerk away from them and lean into them all at once. “Don’t lie to me!” The anger in his voice was a polar opposite to the gentleness of his hand.  
    I flinched. “I’m not lying,” I whispered.
    “Then where have you been?”
    My mind flittered to a hundred different scenarios. “I stayed with my friend…Macy…” I pulled the first name that came to me off the top of my head, “and her mom. But then my friend moved to live with her dad because her mom was hooked on coke…” I trailed off, letting him connect the dots to my fake story.  
    Some internal war took place in his eyes before he stepped back from me, dropping his hand. He ran it over his dark hair and looked away from me for a moment. “Do you remember when I took you to Cancún?” I closed my eyes and looked away from him. I didn’t want to think about that time. “Do you remember, Faye?”
    His words demanded an answer. “Yes.” I nodded.  
    “It was the best time of my life,” he said so quietly I jerked my gaze up to his—shocked that he would say such a thing. It had been just before the end of my freshman year in high school. I was fourteen, almost fifteen. It was just weeks before Rhett came home for that faithful summer that changed everything. “I’d wanted to get you away from here on our own. Just the two of us. Your mother hadn’t wanted that. She hadn’t wanted us alone. Did you know that?”
    I chewed on my lips. I knew well enough.  
    “She didn’t want to share me with you. Not really. She never wanted it. But I loved you from the moment I laid eyes on you. Did you know that, Faye?” I bit down on my lips harder, not wanting to answer. “Did you know that you were the reason I married her?”
    I blinked in surprise. “What are you talking about?”
    He smirked at me. “How could you not know?