“You like him,” Sammy gasps dramatically.

“I really don’t think I do. He’s been the cause of so much misery. But…” I trail off.

“How was the sex?” she whisper-shouts.

“I don’t have anything to compare it to, but if it was bad, then I think good would kill me.”

Giggling, she slaps her hand over her mouth. “You want to fuck your stalker.”

“It’s not fair that he gets to just say that it’s over. I want to fuck him up, I want him to feel some of the pain and misery he’s caused me. I want my revenge, but none of that is going to happen when he doesn’t care anymore.”

“Maybe he’s just playing it cool,” she suggests, turning the cart around and heading back down the road toward the party.

“Sebastian doesn’t understand the concept of playing it cool, he’s completely single minded, a total control freak. If he still thought of me as his, I wouldn’t be sitting here wearing this dress.”

“What? Why? You look hot as hell in that dress.”

“It’s not the dress, he bought it for me, it’s me in the dress going to a party around other guys. He’s more than just standard jealous and possessive, he’s, lock me in the house, fuck me until I’m comatose and his cum is dripping out of me, then make me wear the dress and go to the party so everyone will see and smell that I belonged to him.”

“Wow,” Sammy says, elongating the word.

“Yep. I wore these tiny booty shorts and a shirt that barely covered anything to dinner the other night around his friends and he never said a word. I was practically climbing the counters in nothing but a towel and he was too busy texting to notice. He had an entire team of security guys following me around and reporting my every move to him for two years while I was in Maine, but the other day, I went for a run, then sat, chatted and got propositioned by a guy and nothing.”

“Starling, I hate to say it, but you seem to be putting in an awful lot of effort into getting back a guy you said you hate.”

“I can’t help it,” I groan. “It’s like he exorcised his own obsession with me, and it immediately took root in me for him.”

“The best way to get over someone, is to get under someone else, so that’s what you need to do. Let’s do a little drinking, a little dancing and then we can find you a target for the night. Even if all you do is grind against him and let him kiss you, it’s a step in the right direction.”

I nod, agreeing. “Thank you for not giving up on me when I was an emo bitch to you. My ex-bestie turned out to be a real POS and I haven’t tried to make any friends since, because I was always worried Sebastian would find a way to use them against me. You could have just walked away and never spoken to me again, but I’m so glad that you didn’t.”