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“I just need to kill him, Bryce. I’ll be back in five seconds!”
“Maci!”
I flung open Co
“You should really lay off all the coke,” he said. “Or I can get you help, if you need it.”
“I will fucking murder you, you stupid piece of shit!”
“That’s the sweetest thing you’ve said to me all day.”
“Maci!” Bryce barked and I turned to look at him. “I said stop, and I mean now. Get back in your apartment, don’t make me say it again.”
My head jerked back. I’d never seen Bryce like this. Usually he was carefree, ready to have a good time . . . his only problem was his incessant need to be on time and to suck up to his incredibly rude parents. This was the first time I’d seen him look and act just like his dad. I couldn’t move or say anything; I just stood there staring at him with my mouth wide open.
“I think you need to leave.” Co
“Maci.” Bryce spoke as though Co
“I’ve never understood what you see in this tool,” Co
Even though Co
“I can’t stop Maci from seeing you, because she’s an adult. But I can make you leave my apartment, and I strongly suggest you do it voluntarily, before I force you to.” He didn’t stop walking toward him, and he didn’t stop talking. “I don’t like you, never have. You don’t take care of Maci, and even after all this time with her, you don’t have the balls to step up and be the man she needs and deserves.”
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold up. Who the hell is this, and what did he do with Co
Bryce’s head shot up, his eyes piercing mine. “Maci, get over here. We’re leaving.”
“I don’t know who the fuck you think you are, but if I ever hear you talking to Maci like she’s a child again, this is your only warning that I won’t even bother waiting for her brothers. I’ll make it so you’ll never want to look in her direction again, do you understand what I’m saying?”
“Mac—”
“Leave.”
I watched in disbelief as Bryce backed out and Co
And now I was confused all over again. I thought I was Mini to him not even twenty-four hours ago. I thought he’d been making it obnoxiously clear that I didn’t mean anything to him. He’s so damn confusing. And why the hell does this baby powder itch so freaking bad?
Co
“Fuck, Mace!” he wheezed.
“This shit burns, and it itches really bad! I keep scratching my head and skin like I have lice, or a rash or something, and it got in my mouth! Since when does baby powder itch like this?”
He laughed as he straightened up, his hand rubbing at his stomach. Pussy. “It’s not baby powder.”
I stopped mid-scratch before starting up furiously again. “You have five seconds to tell me what I’m covered in.”
“Itching powder. Good to know it actually works.”
No words came out of my mouth as I stood there gaping at him. After floundering for something to say and coming up empty, I did a very girly and unattractive screech before stomping around him and back to my apartment. Bryce was pacing inside, and as soon as I entered, he leveled me with a glare and pointed in the direction of Co
“Who the hell was that?”
“My neighbor. He’s one of my brothers’ best friends, so he’s kind of protective.”
“I don’t like you living next to someone like him, and I don’t appreciate you letting him order me around.”
I slammed my hand down on the counter after grabbing my phone to research how to de-itchify myself, and turned to look at him. “Are you serious right now? I didn’t let him do anything. You were being a douche and he didn’t like that you were ordering me around. Neither did I. You know what? I don’t even know why you’re still here! You should go, Bryce. I’ll see you tomorrow or Sunday when you’re not being such an ass.”
“Maci, this is dumb. We’ve got to stop this game we’ve been playing. It’s stupid, and your neighbor kinda had a point, even though he didn’t seem to have all the facts. It’s not just me keeping us a secret, but I’m done with it. I’m almost twenty-four, Maci. My parents expect me to be married by the time I’m twenty-five.”
“Oh Jesus,” I whispered when he started walking toward me.
“I become a partner in Dad’s firm on my twenty-fifth birthday, I can’t go into the firm single. You know this.”
No, I so did not know that.
He grabbed my hips and pulled me close, his eyes roaming over my whited-out hair. “We’ll get your hair back to blond, and we’ll take this out,” he murmured, tapping the small hoop on my left nostril. “As for the tattoos . . . we’ll cover them when we make appearances.”
“Appearances? Wh—”
“Babe, you know I think you’re hot . . . God you’re so sexy, but I need the tame-looking Maci in public. You can be this when it’s just us. Okay? As soon as you look normal again, we’ll a
I’d known Bryce had always thought we’d end up together. Just like I’d known he’d expected me to go back to the old me. I just hadn’t realized that when the conversation would finally happen, it would hurt so much. When we were with friends, he didn’t care who saw us together. But saying that if we were to continue with an actual relationship, I could only be me in private? That I needed to get back to “normal?” This was my normal.
My eyes welled up with tears and my throat tightened as the crashing realization hit me that not only was I not good enough Co
“Babe, don’t cry. It’s just, like this, you look like the mistress . . . not the wife. I need you to be my wife.”
A sob burst from my chest and I slapped my hand over my mouth as I tried to pull away from his arms.
“You and I both know it’s time. It’s time for us to move forward, and it’s time for you and me to grow up. We need to stop acting like we’re still in college, and we need to look ready for the world. No one is going to take you seriously when you look like this and dress the way you do. It was one thing in school, but now—”
“Get. The fuck. Out.”
My eyes shot up past Bryce’s shoulder to see Co
“I swear to Christ I will break your neck if you say one more word to her.”
Bryce breathed heavily through his nose before turning his head to look over his shoulder. “Now you’re in an apartment that isn’t yours. It’s your turn to leave, we’re talking about something important.”