Rich is a liar and manipulator. Don’t fall for it. “This is ridiculous. You know nothing about me and Carter. You can’t stand the idea that we’re together—can’t stand that there’s no way you can worm yourself back into my bed—so you’re throwing out conspiracy theories.”

He stands and steps toward me. “So you’re okay with the fact that your boyfriend has fucked at least three other women in the last month.”

“We started as friends. He stopped seeing them when we got serious.”

He cocks a brow and takes a step closer. “But he never told you about Sabrina?”

I shrug. “It doesn’t matter.” This is my fault. I knew Carter wanted to talk to me earlier, and I ignored all the signals because I was too afraid of missing this meeting and Rich punishing me by sharing those pictures. “Will you please delete those pictures? That’s all I want from you.”

“How badly do you want that?” With a flick of his wrist, he releases the button on his jeans. “What would you do for it?”

My nostrils flare, my fists clenching at my sides. “Cut off your dick? Sure, Rich. Let me grab a knife from the kitchen. I’ll be right back.”

He chuckles softly, completely unfazed by my threat. “God, I’ve missed that mouth of yours. And I know you’ve missed mine too. I remember how much you liked it.”

“Fuck. You. If I wanted you, I knew where to find you. Anyone else would’ve caught on by now.”

“You did want me.” His jaw ticks. “You wanted me so badly you let me take you in his bed. You wanted me when you were still wearing your funeral dress.”

My eyes burn, but I’ll be damned if I let him see me cry. “Don’t throw that in my face.”

“I wouldn’t. Not when I’m the only one who understands your guilt, and the only one who really knows you don’t deserve to feel that way. You and I both know you’d have done anything to make him happy. You proved it, and it’s not your fault he didn’t know himself better.” He lifts a hand and drops it before he touches my face. “But it’s been years, and I’m tired of seeing you—”

“Hey, Rich, have you seen . . .” Carter steps into the room, and I spring away from Rich. As if I’ve done something wrong. As if I have something to be ashamed of. “Teagan,” he says softly, meeting my gaze for only a beat before his eyes dart around the room, taking in the scene. The two wine glasses on the desk I didn’t notice before. Rich’s bare chest and unbuttoned jeans. Carter’s Adam’s apple bobs. “Sorry. The door was wide open.”

“Told you we should close it,” Rich says, smirking at me. “I’m sorry, Carter. Teagan and I were talking. Memories, you know. There are some things only our oldest friends understand.”

“Right.” Carter takes a step back. “I’m going to the room, Teagan. See you later.” He doesn’t even spare me a final look over his shoulder as he strides away, pulling the door shut with a harsh clunk behind him.