Not that I cared much about what happened to her. Or did I?

I scooped up her small frame. She felt smaller than she had four years ago. I tried not to think about what she felt like in my arms as I crossed my bedroom and laid her on my massive king-sized bed. Her head was back and her mouth was gapped open. I appreciated the fact that she still had her long hair, even though I couldn’t see it since it was piled on top of her head in a messy bun.

It was only natural for my eyes to take in her body. They followed her graceful neckline, down past her chest and flat stomach, and landed on a set of long legs that I could remember being wrapped so tightly around me. My cock started to grow hard and I had to step away.

“Snap the fuck out of it, Finn. This bitch is the devil. Remember that,” I said to myself.

I went into my closet and pulled out a change of clothes and dressed as quickly as I could. In the bathroom, I turned off the water. By the time I was back in the bedroom, she was coming around. I sat in the chair beside my bed and watched as she opened her eyes and blinked rapidly at the ceiling above us.

The words that I longed to say to her for the past four years felt sour against my tongue. She’d burned me so badly—sucked out any bit of good that was in me and spit it in my face. When she disappeared on me, I went so far into a depression that my mom feared for my life. I drank until I couldn’t keep my eyes open and did so much drugs that any bit of money I made selling anything went straight into my habit.

I didn’t touch another girl until after I’d been with Blow Hole for a while. I remembered Jenny coming over not long after Faith had left. She’d tried so hard to get me to fuck her, and I ended up passing out on her. My boy Leroy informed me the next day that he’d found Jenny straddling me while I was passed out. Being the kickass friend that he was, he pulled her off of me and kicked her out of my garage.

I couldn’t even remember the first girl I’d slept with after Faith. I just remember being drunk and crying the next day. I’d felt as if I’d cheated on her. It took me a long time to build up so much anger toward Faith that I could be with another woman, but I always made sure to never get involved with a woman more than once, and feelings were something I never planned on having again. It worked and that was all that mattered.

I could easily say without blinking that I hated Faith, and I’d spent a good chunk of the four years contemplating the havoc I’d wreak on her if I ever saw her again. So while seeing her lying on my bed reminded me of a bad moment in my life, it also made me happy that I’d finally be able to get revenge for the heartbreak she’d delivered without a care for me.

When she finally realized what had happened, she sat up quickly and grabbed the back of her head like it hurt. Her eyes scanned my room until they landed on me. They widened as took me in.

“Finn?”

“Faith?” I responded.

“What are you doing here?” she asked.

“I live here. I’m assuming you’re the new maid the temp agency sent over?”

She shook her head yes slowly, her eyes still relaying her shock.

“I didn’t… I didn’t know you lived here,” she stuttered.

“And here I was thinking you’d come for a second dose,” I said sarcastically.

I praised myself when she frowned.

“I assure you that is not the case,” she said as she swatted at a piece of hair in her face.

She quickly slid from my bed and went into the bathroom to gather the towels she’d dropped. She folded them and placed them into the linen cabinet without saying another word. I didn’t take my eyes off of her as she worked. I enjoyed the fact that I made her so nervous. The bitch deserved it.

When she came out of the bathroom, she started across the room as if she were going to leave. Something told me she wouldn’t be returning to the condo to clean, and I had to take my chance to get my digs in before she left.

“My, my, how the mighty have fallen.” I shook my head. She stopped with her back to me, and I continued. “When exactly did you start cleaning toilets for a living?”

She swung around like she was going to say something rude. Her eyes blazed and her cheeks turned fire red. I longed for her to say something fucked up so I could fire back and burn her, but instead, she closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and walked away.

I couldn’t help myself. I followed behind her. Thankfully, no one was in living room or kitchen when we got in there. She went to the kitchen counter and grabbed her purse. She turned toward the door and I decided to give one more slap in the face before she left.