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Ethan's parents had watched me grow up,treating me like family.
As for Ethan?
I took a small sip of the cup of coffee in front of me.
"Had fun that night?"
I had expected a lecture or a warning.
Not that question.
That night was still vivid.
My hand trembled,nearly spilling the cup.
"What's it to you?"
Ethan chuckled."What,scared I'll tell everyone you only kissed Lucas to piss me off?"
"Don't worry,I'm not sweating over the small stuff."
He leaned back on the couch,looking down at me like he owned the room.
It reminded me of one night with him.
Ethan had a strong desire and loved variety.
He relished watching me losing myself to him.
He'd said,"It's like I control every part of you,Sophie.I just love how you look at me."
Fiery.
Dazed.
But that wasn't the real me.
Raised to be a well-behaved,obedient girl,I didn't know how to handle someone as wild as Ethan.
He smoked,I watched.
He drank,I watched.
I was like a kid tagging along with a parent,mooching off their fun.
Until someone asked him,"Ethan,what's your type?"
Lounging with a still-burning cigarette in hand,he grinned lazily."Big chest,big hips,and most importantly,reckless."
So I learned to become that kind of woman.
I had the looks,the figure.
All I needed was to be bold, be confident,be open.
By the time I had him fallen completely for me,we were already in bed.
That lasted three years.
"Ethan."
He propped his head up,expecting an explanation.
But I just said,"I'm done chasing you."
Three years.
We had had our share of breakup fights.
He loved the silent treatment, while I craved security.
When he was mad,he would leave me to"think about what I did."
Once I thought I had figured it out,I would scurry back to appease him.
I used to think we loved each other.
Ethan was wild,but he never crossed important boundaries.
Just drinks and dirty jokes.
But hooking up with Chloe?
He knew she was the daughter of the woman who ruined my family.
He knew how much I hated her.
Why her?
If it was anyone else,I might've kept fooling myself.
Now however,I saw clearly.
"Sophie,there's a limit to your tantrums."
I was fed up."You're with her now,aren't you?You've got a girlfriend.I'm not cheap enough to be a mistress."
"And Ethan,you know I despise mistresses most of all."
His expression shifted.
He sat up straight."Chloe's actually nice—obedient,sweet,like you used to be."
"I know you're just jealous and talking tough.Sophie,I'm only dating her.You're still the one I'll marry."
Like the old me?
I laughed,I laughed hard.
His"obedient,sweet"Chloe had goaded my dad into locking me in a dark room for a whole day without food.
She'd slipped nails into my shoes.
I was obedient once, true.
But Chloe was just faking it.
But it didn't matter Anymore.He could go out with whoever he likes.
You can't have it all.
Only kings in the history got that privilege.
I was done groveling for three years.I wanted freedom.
"Ethan,I slept with him."
"He was great."
"Better than you,I’d say."
With every word,Ethan grew angrier.
