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that he didn’t need another mother to take care of him and that I rubbed my success in his face.
    We lasted two more months. Then, I came home one day to find all of his shit gone (and some of mine) and a note:
     
    I can’t pretend that I love you anymore. Sorry.
     
    That broke me. I questioned everything that had happened between us for the past year and a half. Had he ever loved me? If so, why had he stopped? Could I have prevented this? Been a better girlfriend? Was there something wrong with me? Was I not good enough?
    Finally, after a truckload of soggy tissues, countless cartons of ice cream, some texts to Nate begging him to come back (to which he never responded, the asshole), and an intervention by some of my girlfriends, I realized that the issue wasn’t with me. Nate couldn’t handle that I made more money than he did. This was what eventually led me to adopting Rule Number 2. I refuse to date men who didn’t earn at least as much money as I do. It only causes problems.
    So, once I got my emotions back in check, I hit the dating scene. Hard. And as I got more sexually . . . experienced, I realized that Nate wasn’t all that good in bed, either. He was selfish. Hence, Rule Number 1. I could’ve spent my whole life with a guy whose idea of foreplay was telling me to get on top. That would’ve been utterly tragic.
    I scrubbed shampoo into my hai r as I thought about how far I’de come, but yet how much of my life is still affected by my relationship with Nate. It’s been nearly four years, and I still have wounds so deep it seems as though they may never completely heal. The thought is depressing. Which is why I didn't often think of it. I’d had enough depression for one lifetime.
    I dipped under the showerhead in an attempt to drown my melancholy mood away. And it actually did make me feel better, though not as good as it felt when Kyle slid into the shower behind me. I hadn’t even heard him, the stealthy bastard.
    “How long have you been home?” I asked quietly, relaxing into his embrace as he wrapped his arms around my belly and bent his knees slightly so he could push his erection into the meat of my ass.
    “Five minutes. Thanks for the heads up about the skanks. Things were almost super awkward,” he said, and I could feel his smile against my neck.
    I elbowed him playfully. “Please. You weren’t with skanks. You were still at work like the geek you are.”
    “Did you just call me a geek?”
    “Yup,” I stated confidently.
    “I’m not sure ‘geek’ is the right noun to use when describing me,” he whispered into my ear as his strong hands lowered and his fingers found my clit. “Try again.”
    “Hmmm, ” I moaned. “There’s dork. And dweeb. And . . .” I was becoming breathless as his fingers moved, stimulating my clit before two sunk deep inside of me. His other hand snaked up to my breast, and began toying expertly with my nipple.
    “And what, Amanda?”
    “And freak, weirdo. Oh,” I called out as his hands wove magic with my body. But suddenly, he stopped, and I was left unsatisfied and aching for release.
    “No, those will just not do,” he replied casually as I felt him tugging on himself slowly, his dick poking my ass with every sensuous pull. “You’ll have to do better or I’m going to really show you a geek by jerking off when there’s a naked chick with a smoking hot body writhing around my shower.”
    I turned toward him, my skin emanating heat on its own, not needing the hot water of the shower to warm me. I grabbed his thick cock in my hand and began to work it, feeling the latex of the condom that stretched over him. He must have put it on before stepping into the shower. What a boy scout: always prepared. God, I loved these games Kyle played. They were such a fucking turn on. But I also knew he hated to lose. He would actually jerk off rather than fuck me if I didn’t give him what he wanted.
    “Okay, Mr. Sensitive, don’t waste a perfectly good