“So? Come on, William. Let me take your mind off that girl. She was no good for you anyways.”
With a sigh, he nodded. “Okay. Justine. But it better not be a trick.”
Justine held up her hands. “No tricks. Just me.”
“And me.”
My eyes were as wide as William’s when we saw Benito Vittoro stepped from the closet. The two of them laughed like it was the funniest of jokes. Poor William. I felt so bad for him. They stood in his face and laughed at him.
“You played with me?” William whispered his voice cracking.
“Did you really think she was into you?” Benito was going to rub it in.
“William, you’re just like her. Gullible as hell. God, how could you possibly think I wanted you after you’ve been with her? Eww. No thank you. I just wanted to see if she’d twisted your mind up. And she did.”
