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want anyone else the way you wanted me. You told me that you forgot the other women existed when I looked at you. You told me that nothing you felt for anyone else would ever compare to our chemistry.”
    “Well, yeah. Our chemistry ,” he said as if she was the idiot. “Of course I wanted you. You’re the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. I never thought I’d have the chance to sleep with someone like you in my life.”
    “The show isn’t called Fucking Mister Perfect ; it’s called Marrying Mister Perfect . Did it ever occur to you that I might have had a different idea about your intentions?”
    Daniel held up his hands. “Hey, I never made you do anything you didn’t want to do.”
    “Because I thought you were in love with me!”
    The words burst out of her, louder than she’d intended. A quick glance around showed that no one was staring, but if she kept shouting at Daniel that wasn’t going to last.
    New Elena. Be Zen.
    “I have to go.” At her words, he perked up with a look she recognized all too well and she snapped, “And no, you are not coming with me.”
    She turned, moving rapidly away from the dance floor, along the edge of the patio. She deserved a freaking medal for not making a scene, if she did say so herself.
    Her steps were quick, fueled by the sharp burn of anger and something she didn’t want to acknowledge.
    Hurt.
    She hated that he still had the ability to hurt her. She wanted to be impervious to it all, immune to feeling like she was somehow less when he told her he wanted to marry Caitlyn and Sam, but he’d only ever wanted to fuck her.
    He was the asshole. He was the one America should hate.
    But he was Mr. Perfect and she was the Slutty Suitorette.
    Heat burned behind her eyes and she veered toward the house. Bathroom. In instinct born out of reality television, she needed to get somewhere no one could see her before her cracks started to show.
    Up the stairs, she ducked into the bridal prep suite where she’d toasted dreams coming true with Caitlyn only hours earlier. And dreams were coming true. They just weren’t hers. She was the Slutty Suitorette. She didn’t deserve her dreams.
    The en suite bathroom was unlocked and Elena stepped inside, her heels clicking sharply on the tiles. Facing herself in the mirror, she was surprised to see her face looked almost normal. Which was good. She couldn’t hide up here forever.
    Not that she was hiding. She just needed a few minutes to regroup. Even the Slutty Suitorette was allowed to be rattled when the man she’d thought she would marry told her he’d only ever seen her as a sex toy.
    A high-end sex toy he hadn’t expected to ever get, but a sex toy nonetheless.
    “ Elaaaaay-nuh .”
    The call came from inside the bridal prep suite. A lilting male voice she didn’t recognize.
    “Oh Christ. What now?” she muttered, reaching for the bathroom door right as the knob began to turn.
    The door swung open and a man lurched in. The man in a purple tie. She didn’t know him—hadn’t even gotten his name when they were dancing—but she knew he was a wedding guest with wandering hands. Someone’s embarrassing cousin or frat brother, no doubt. Some idiot who had a little too much to drink and decided he had carte blanche to pat every bottom in the room.
    “There you are.” He grinned sloppily. From the bleary look in his eyes, he hadn’t sobered up any in the last hour.
    “Here I am.” She waved toward the toilet at the back of the expansive master bath. “It’s all yours.”
    She made to move around him, but he sidestepped, blocking her path. “How’s about a kiss?”
    She almost rolled her eyes. “Sorry. I don’t kiss men in purple ties.”
    He leered, yanking at his collar. “If you wanted me to take my clothes off, all you had to do was ask.”
    Nice try, Casanova. She tried to move past him, but he barred her way with one arm and her patience with drunk leches evaporated. “What if I want you to piss off and get out