Charming My Best Friend (Fated #2) Read Online Free PDF

heart.”
    “And it’s a good thing, too, huh? Cause it turns out it wouldn’t
have been safe with a slut like you anyway.”
    “I’m not a slut!” she said.
    “Really? Cause I think that’s exactly what you are if you’d take
my money and sleep in my bed and open your legs to someone else behind my
back.”
    Her bottom lip started to shake.
    “If you’ve got no loyalty, I’ve got no use for you.”
    “Aiden, please.”
    “Did you even feel bad? Lying to my face and then fucking other
guys. Are you even sorry?”
    “Of course, I’m sorry.” Her eyes began to water. “I never meant
to hurt you.”
    I laughed. “That’s weird. Cause it feels like you meant to hurt
me over and over again, and I’m done.”
    She covered her face and wailed into her palms.
    “You must have thought I was so pathetic, trying to work on our
relationship while you busted other guys down. What did those guys ever do for
you, huh? Did they treat you better than I did? Did they?!”
    “No,” she said, holding her cheeks. “I’m sorry. I made a
mistake.”
    I rolled my eyes.
    “I swear I never meant to hurt you.”
    “Well, you didn’t. You only hurt yourself. Now get the fuck
out.”
    Her hands dropped from her face and she looked at me. “What?”
    “You heard me.” I took a step back so she would have room to get
down off the stool. “Get the fuck out.”
    “But I live he-”
    “No you don’t. We’re through. Get out.”
    “But I love you, Aiden.”
    I shook my head. “You have no idea what it means to love
somebody.”
    “But-”
    “Save it. Your words are even emptier than you are.”
    “Aren’t you going to give me another chance? I said I was
sorry.”
    “Are you completely deluded? I’ve given you too many chances as
it is.”
    She slid off the stool and stepped towards me, laying her hands
on my chest. “But don’t you still love me?”
    “No.”
    Her face fell.
    “To be honest, I don’t even like you anymore.”
    She crossed her arms and hugged herself. “I need time, Aiden. I
have nowhere to go.”
    “You should’ve thought about that before you fucked around. Why
don’t you pack your things and go wherever you go when you’re volunteering?
They always seem to be happy to have you there.”
    “I can make it up to you. I know I can.”
    “No, you can’t. Because you’re leaving. Right now.”
    Her lips fell apart.
    “Your suitcase is open on the bed. Whatever you don’t take, I’ll
mail to you when you have an address.”
    “I can’t believe you’re throwing me out.”
    “I can’t believe what a loose, lying bitch you are.”
    She stormed around me and went down the hall. I followed her
because even though I didn’t have much that couldn’t be replaced, I knew now
that I could no longer trust her farther than I could see her.
    True to her usual dramatics, when I came in the bedroom, she was
yanking drawers open like she was deliberately trying to rip them off their
hinges.
    “Easy,” I said. “My furniture doesn’t like to be jerked around
either.”
    She glared at me while she grabbed handfuls of clothes and piled
them in her open suitcase. A few minutes later, she huffed past me into the
hallway. I watched her march to the bathroom, emerging a minute later with her
patterned toiletry bag half open. I leaned against the wall as she shoved it
into the mix.
    “I know you think you’re angry with me,” I said, “but this is
your fault. It didn’t have to end this way.”
    She sat on the suitcase and zipped it.
    “If you’d told me you were unhappy, I would’ve bent over
backwards trying to fix what was broken.”
    She set the bag down on the floor and rolled it up to me. “You
know what’s really fucked up?”
    “What?”
    “You think I’m the problem.”
    “Excuse me?”
    “You think I cheated on you because I’m defective or something.”
    “Yeah, I do.”
    “But that’s not why I did it.”
    I rolled my shoulders back. “Why did you do it then?”
    “I