Look, in this business some guys are just power-high pricks. I was just trying to get a rise out of you. She thinks she was asking for it because that’s what I f**king told her. “But you said, about my blouse…and his face…” “Listen to me, Kate-you didn’t do anything wrong.” I pull over to the side of the road and turn to face her. But you know what? By the time Matthew was done talking to her-after he flushed the evidence-not only did he convince her that she had read the notes wrong, but she was apologizing to him for going through his stuff. One day while he was in the shower, Melissa went through his sock drawer and found notes from the two other girls he was banging at the same time.

When we were sixteen, Matthew was dating Melissa Sayber.

Why do women always do this? Why are they so eager to blame themselves when someone treats them like shit? A guy would take a cheese grater to his tongue before admitting he screwed up. “I never meant to send out those kinds of signals, Drew. I glance quickly at her, “You’re sorry for what?” I don’t think about how my attitude might be interpreted by Kate, until her small voice comes from the passenger seat. A death grip on the steering wheel, hard turns, fast stops, a smack on the horn at the slightest provocation. It’s the typical pissed-off guy mode of driving. Not that you would know that by the way I’m driving at the moment. There’s not many things in this world that I love, but my car is one of them. We can build her to look exactly how we want, we can ride her hard and she won’t complain, and we can easily trade her in when a newer, younger model comes along. And we all know what that means, don’t we?įor many men, their car is equivalent to the perfect woman.

With my hands on her shoulders, I ask, “You okay?” I hold her coat for her and help her into it. With my hand on her lower back, we walk to the coat-check room. We’re done here.”Īnd then I turn to Kate and tell her softly, “We’re leaving.” That’s something I don’t plan on doing a second longer. “I think the only mistake I’ve made is wasting our time here with you.

Tangled by Emma Chase