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  But like a magnet, my feet are pulled forward, and I round the corner to come upon my worst nightmare. Sure enough, Carl is sitting on the benches, naked as the day he was born, with his back to me. The person bouncing up and down in his lap with her strawberry blonde hair spilling over her shoulders is Karly Shields, one of Prescott Community College’s star cheerleaders. She’s currently got her head tossed back in ecstasy as Carl moves her up and down his dick, shafting her so that she squeals mightily with each deep penetration.

  Oh my god. I stand there with horror frozen on my face. So this is why the other players were looking at me with such pity. This is why Trent was trying to get me to leave. It’s because he didn’t want me to find out.

  But the horror show continues. I watch Carl run his hands up and down Karly’s creamy back. I see in those motions what Carl never does with me. Instead of perfunctory caresses, he smooths his palms over her skin like he worships her. He clutches her to him like he never wants to let her go. And by the look of things, this isn’t the first time they’ve fucked. It seems they’re quite familiar with each other’s bodies, and in fact, I’d say they’ve been together for a long time.

  Then, Karly twines her legs around him and throws her head back in an open-mouthed gasp before letting out a wail of ecstasy. Her eyes literally roll back in her head as Carl explodes too, spraying her with his seed as he lets out a full-throated roar. But their sounds of ecstasy are drowned out by my own because I can’t stand it anymore. This horror movie has gone on long enough, and I open my throat in a full-throated scream.

  “What the fuuuuuuuck?!?!?!!?” I shout. “What the fuckity fuck?!”

  Carl and Karly both turn to look at me, their eyes wide. There’s confusion on Karly’s face, but Carl just sneers, his handsome face going ugly.

  “What are you doing here, Pepper?” he snarls. “Get the fuck out! Can’t you see we’re having a private moment?”

  The blood drains from my face and my fists clutch on air.

  “So this is what you’ve been doing,” I say, my voice barely above a whisper.

  “Yeah, Pepper,” he says sarcastically while rolling his eyes. “You need to get a life.”

  Then he unceremoniously pushes Karly off his dick, his member still wet and sticky with her fluids.

  Me, get a life? Behind him, the cheerleader picks herself up off the floor. She scrambles to grab her clothes, but she can’t seem to find them and settles for Carl’s shoulder pads instead, hiding herself behind the white cotton.

  “Couldn’t you have just ended things with me like a fucking man?” I ask, my voice getting louder with each word.

  “Pepper, I –”

  “Fuck you, Carl Stenson!” I scream, my temples now throbbing with rage. “You and you,” I jab a finger at Karly, “can go straight to hell!”

  He calls after me as I turn from him, but I don’t listen. Instead, I storm from the locker room and throw the Subway bag into the trash with all of my might. Fuck you, yellow banana peppers! Fuck you, spicy salami! So much playing nice did for me!

  But nothing can ease this pain. Hot tears rush down my skin as I storm back to my car, but then something grabs my arm, forcing me to a stop. It’s Carl, of course. He’s got his jeans on, and his shirt is on inside out. His shoelaces are untied. I have an image of him tripping over them and face-planting into the asphalt, breaking his perfect nose. Thinking of that actually gives me some satisfaction.

  “Pepper, hold on,” Carl says apologetically, holding his hands up. “Listen, I didn’t want things to end like that. Me and Karly, that was the only time we ever—”

  “Don’t. Fucking. Lie to me, Carl!” I hiss before yanking my arm free of his and stepping away. “We’re done, do you hear me? You got what you wanted. I never want to see your face again.”

  He doesn’t stop me this time as I get into my car. Once inside, I emphatically lock the doors before peeling out of the college parking lot, tires screeching. I drive for fifteen minutes, going nowhere in particular. My vision is red and my hands are shaking on the wheel.

  But then inspiration hits and with newfound determination, I grit my teeth and pull up before a local bar. The Salty Lagoon isn’t exactly a nice place, but a dank, divey hole in the wall is exactly what I need right now. Still angry, I get out, slam the door, and storm inside.

  * * *

  To be continued …

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  About the Author

  Cassandra Dee is a bestselling author of dozens of hot and steamy contemporary romances. She started out writing erotica but transitioned to romance after falling for one too many book boyfriends.

  When she’s not tapping away furiously at her laptop, Cassandra can be found drinking gallons of coffee and watching lots of reality TV. She also enjoys taking the neighbor’s dog for walks, aimlessly wandering the local grocery store, and of course, reading too much about the lives of her favorite celebrities.

  Cassandra is living her own HEA with her husband and a beautiful baby boy.

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