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I know you have nowhere else to go and I’m not comfortable throwing you out on the street.”
    Alexa opened her mouth to yell back at him, but she couldn’t speak—he was completely right. She wasn’t paying rent, and he should have kicked her out months ago. She was the one who had the problem, she was one who couldn’t support herself, and she was the one who had overstayed her welcome. That was what this was—a wake-up call—and she needed to get the fuck out of that apartment ASAP.
    She stormed off into the second bedroom, which had become her room in the wake of the breakup, hiding her face so that the blonde wouldn’t see the tears that were beginning to spill onto her cheeks. She slammed the bedroom door shut and pulled her suitcase out of the closet, unzipping it furiously and throwing it onto the bed. She ripped her clothes down from their hangers and angrily tossed them into the suitcase, not even noticing the haphazard packing job until the suitcase was already overflowing.
    She paused and stared at the pile of clothes in front of her. What was she thinking? Her things weren’t going to fit into a single suitcase, and the truth was, she didn’t have the money to move her stuff even if she wanted to. Moving was expensive in and of itself, and God, she didn’t have a place to go, even if she could afford to get everything on a truck.
    She crumpled to the floor, her hand held to her mouth, trying to keep her sobbing under control. They couldn’t see her, but they could still hear her, just as she could hear them—the blonde was yelling at Chase, who was completely denying that he knew Alexa would be coming home.
    At least they weren’t having sex anymore. Because the worst thing that could’ve happened, the icing on the top of this horrible day, would have been listening to her ex-boyfriend screw his new girlfriend as a background track to her pity party cry fest.
    She steadied her breathing and tried to map out her next move. She didn’t want to hide out in this bedroom, but the two of them didn’t seem to be leaving anytime soon. No, this apartment was off-limits. She couldn’t stand to be there when she knew that she didn’t belong, that the roof over her head was only because her ex-boyfriend had taken pity on her even when he didn’t want her.
    She needed to get out of the apartment, but she was going to have to do it without her belongings. She would come back and get them—she knew that Chase would hold on to them for her—and either way, she didn’t have much of a choice.
    Her phone buzzed, lighting up with another text from Vivian. “Come out and have a drink! Hot guys here.”
    Alexa stared at the text, wishing that she wasn’t thinking what she was thinking, which was to get really, really drunk. And if there were hot guys there, maybe one of them would take her home, and then she wouldn’t ever have to come back to Chase’s apartment.
    She laughed out loud, realizing how out of character that would be for her. She wasn’t going to do that, but she could meet Vivian. And if she dressed nicely enough, she could probably find a guy to buy her drinks for the night, even if she had no intention of sleeping with him afterward.
    She found a towel on the floor and wiped the tears from her face, then rummaged through the pile of clothes until she found the hottest dress she owned. She quickly slipped into it. The next time she left the room, it would be for the rest of the night—and she would look as impossibly hot as she could to show Chase and his new girlfriend that she could care less about finding them screwing in her foyer, just a few weeks after the end of her five-year relationship.
    She used a compact to do her make-up, and threw on as much deodorant and perfume as she could. She sprayed some dry shampoo into her hair so it wasn’t so greasy and used some bobby pins to pull it back into a twist.
    When she finally emerged, Chase and his new girlfriend were nowhere in sight,