A smile creases her lips.
“Is that really a question?”
“Yeah. It fucking is, especially when it comes to men like him. Although the real question is, why would you mess with someone like him in the first place?”
She nonchalantly shrugs and sips her drink before lowering herself into a chair and crossing her long legs, making sure her knees point to me.
“Why am I still in the mix, Carla? I thought I made things clear.”
She flicks her hand up.
“I know. I know…” she says, irritated. “He didn’t believe me when I told him that leaving him had nothing to do with you.”
“How come?” I ask, tucking a cigarette between my lips.
She tosses me a smoldering look while I run the flame over the tip of my cigarette.
Squinting, I take a long drag and blow the smoke out.
She searches my eyes.
“I told him I’m in love with you,” she says.
Oddly enough, I spend a few seconds registering the slight swinging of her heel-clad foot and her annoying smile.
What an idiot I was to mess with this woman.
“Why the hell would you tell him that?”
“Because it’s true,” she says, her eyes hovering over me.
I glance at her, cold.
“We fucked. That’s all it was.”
A smirk creases her lips.
“You think you’re the only one who was hired to fuck me? There were men before you, and usually, he joined us, but it was different with you. I couldn’t stand him when you were fucking me, and then I couldn’t stand him alone, and that’s how I knew. I never bothered to fuck escorts on the side. That was the whole point. Not to cheat on him. That whole thing shifted when I met you.”
Her eyes express disappointment.
“For some reason, I thought you felt the same way,” she says.
“Why would you think that?”
“You had fun...” she argues, arching her back and pushing her chest forward.
“I was paid to have fun.”
Her hand flicks her long hair over her shoulder, her lips curving into a flirtatious grin.
“As I said, you weren’t the first man he had paid to have fun with me, so I know a thing or two about fucking.”
“Call it chemistry for all I care but don’t fool yourself that it was something it was not.”
“Whatever,” she says dismissively.
Restlessness grows in me.