After getting no closure and waiting six months for her to acknowledge we hooked up the first time, this is how dirty she wants to play?

I want to confront her, but that’d make a scene, and I don’t want everyone seeing or hearing our conversation. I’m too old for these childish games, but dammit if it’s not working.

For the next hour, I do my best to keep my eyes off Maize and her little boy toy, but it’s nearly impossible when she purposely stands in my view. I’ve learned her friend’s name is Leo, and if his arm wraps around her one more time, I might snap off his fingers.

“I’m gonna use the bathroom, be right back,” I overhear her tell him. As she walks away, his gaze lingers on her ass, and my jaw nearly cracks in half.

A few moments later, I head inside, using the opportunity to be alone with her. The bathroom door is wide open, and when I walk down the hallway, I see Maize snooping in my bedroom.

“Can I help you?”

She jumps, quickly spinning around. “Jesus!” Her hand presses against her chest as she catches her breath. “You scared the shit outta me, Gavin.”

“Well, imagine my surprise when I catch you not in the bathroom but in my bedroom. Lookin’ for something?” I lean against the doorway with a smug grin on my face. She’s not getting out of this easy or walking away this time.

“I got lost.”

“Is that so?” I don’t feed into her bullshit for a second as I push off the doorframe and step toward her. “You wanna tell me what you’re doing here tonight?”

Maize crosses her arms, pursing her lips. “I was invited. That a problem?”

“Considering you’ve ignored me for two weeks and brought a date to my party, I’d say yes, it is a problem. You and I need to talk.”

I nearly close the gap between us as her arms fall to her side, and the way her breath hitches doesn’t go unnoticed. She licks her lips as her eyes flick up to mine.

“We have nothing to talk about, Gavin.”

“Sure we do. For starters, why don’t you tell me who your little friend is?”

“None of your damn business.”

“You gonna sleep with him, then bail the next morning, too? Should…” I throw a thumb over my shoulder. “Should I warn him? Give him the Maize 101 on what to expect?” I lean down until my lips nearly brush her ear, then whisper, “Tell him you like it fast and deep and to slap your ass real hard. Save him the trouble of having to hear you talk.”

“You asshole,” she spews when I back away. “What’s your problem? We hooked up, twice, and that’s it. Move the fuck on!”