"And I know what I felt wasn't one-sided."
My brows pull together.
"What does that even mean?"
"It means," he says, stepping a little closer, "I saw the way he looked at me."
There's something in his voice now…..conviction, like he's held onto that belief for a long time.
"Treated me differently. Trusted me more than anyone."
Fuck this guy is fucking delusional.
A small, bitter smile tugs at his lips.
"We had something."
I shake my head immediately.
"No."
"That's what you think," he snaps back.
"That's what you've convinced yourself."
"I don't need to convince myself of anything," I shoot back.
"He married me, Aaron."
I don't have to tell him the conditions under which I and Zane married….he doesn't need to know that cause I for a fact know Zane isn't gay at all…his thick length pulsing deep inside me and the way he handles my body doesn't hint at him being gay. AT ALL.
