“Fuck off.”The words were bitten out even as my heart raced.
He couldn’t do anything to me here.I mean, I’d come so far.I was a stronger woman now.
So why did I feel so damn vulnerable?
Also, what was it with me and douchebags at bars?This was twice in as many weeks.
I was mentally promising to never step foot in another bar when my ex-boyfriend and current asshole walked around behind me to lean against the bar on my right.
His blond hair gleamed in the golden lighting.The dark sunglasses over his eyes didn’t exactly cover up his smug expression, but I guess they did the job of keeping people from recognizing him.
Like anyone knew who he was.One hit did not a rabid fandom make.
I smirked into my martini glass before taking a bracing sip.
“Long time, no see,” Parker said with zero irony.
I laughed and took another drink.Maybe I should make it a drinking game.I’d take a sip every time he said something stupid.But wait, I needed to be sober enough to play again in a few minutes, so that probably wasn’t a good idea.
“Never thought you’d start another band.”
Drink.I raised my eyebrows over the rim of my drink.“Ah, so you acknowledge I started the last band?”
Parker’s head went back like I’d slapped him.“I didn’t say that.”
Drink.
Parker leaned down but was still almost shouting as he ranted.“Every single day it felt like I had to drag the sound out of you.You clearly didn’t like music.Your heart just wasn’t in it.”
Drink.Drink.Drink.Yeah, it was probably a good thing I wasn’t playing this game.
I set my drink down with a clunk but didn’t turn to face the asshole.I couldn’t.“You’re full of shit and you know it.Those weremysongs.That song you hit with was written byme.”
“Funny, I never saw your name on the credits.”
“Hard to put my name on credits that I’m not in charge of.You screwed me out of the band.Screwed me out of my royalties.And you couldn’t find my clit with a fucking roadmap, so you sucked atactuallyscrewing me.”
I finally felt brave enough to look up at him and found him scowling down at me, but he knew he didn’t have a leg to stand on—especially about that last part.Parker thought he was a big man, but he was a crappy partner.He only ever cared about getting himself off.He only ever half-heartedly tried to do the same for me.
Asshole.
I was sure my eyes telegraphed the sentiment.But just in case…
“You’re an asshole.What the fuck are you even doing here?”
“I thought I was here to support a friend.”
“If that ‘friend’ was me, you’re so fucking wrong I don’t even know where to start.How did you even know I was playing here tonight?”
Now it was his turn to duck his head and take a huge drink.
I thought I’d blocked the fucker.Whatever.It didn’t matter.He needed to go.Now.
I turned to get the attention of the bouncer, but he was busy talking to a slender blonde.
Story of my life.
I moved to tap him on the shoulder when Parker grabbed my arm.Apparently while I’d been surveying the bouncer’s taste in women, Parker had pushed away from the bar and was now standing behind me.
