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all the other hundreds of women he fucked. "Why was my number in there?"
    "It's complicated." He runs his hand through his hair, pushing it back from his forehead. "Your number is in here too." He pulls a smartphone from the pocket of his jeans. "You can check." He holds out the phone for me.
    I don’t reach for it. I can't. I can't start investing myself in this again. "It doesn't matter." I shake my head slightly trying to ward off any thought that this could actually work. "You should leave."
    "Jessica." He leans forwards until his lips are hovering close to mine. "Let me make this right."
    "You can't. I take in a deep breath. I have to calm down. "I can't do this anymore."
    "Why not?" He reaches out and scoops my hand in his.
    I feel weak from the contact. I can't want him still. Why does my body still react like this? "I saw that phone. I saw all those names." I'm instantly assaulted by the wave of pain I felt when I was scrolling through his contact list. "I was just one of the Jessicas." I hold up my index finger. "Just one. Jessica R. That's who I was to you."
    "That's not who you are." His hand squeezes mine. "Christ, please."
    "I'm nothing." The words sound pathetic and pitiful. I don't want them to. I don't want to be that girl who cries because the guy didn't give her all the attention. We were just fuck buddies. That's how it started. That's all it ever was to him.
    His gaze darts over my face. "You're everything. Don't you know that? You're fucking everything to me."
     

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    "I'm not." The words leave my lips before I have time to temper the emotion that is coursing through them. They're true though, I'm not. I'm not everything to him.
    "Jessica." His body stiffens as he scans my face. "You know how I feel."
    I raise both brows in response. I know how he feels? Him? What about how I feel? "I know that you enjoy the company of a lot of different women. Everything on that phone just proved that to me."
    "Fuck that phone." His soft tone tears into me. I'm raging inside. Everything that I'd held in for the past two weeks is rushing to the surface and he's standing here acting so calm and collected. I want to reach out and slap him across his unshaven face.
    "How can you say that?" I bite past all of the emotions. "Do you know what it felt like? Looking at all those women's names? All of those messages?"
    "It kills me that you saw that." His eyes pierce through me. "I keep thinking about how I'd feel if I found a phone filled with guy's numbers and messages talking about how they want to fuck you."
    I rally some inner strength before I speak. "You'd never find that. That's not who I am." The words are meant to sting. That's why I shot them at him.
    "I'm not that person anymore." He shields his mouth with his hand as if he's warding off something. Maybe a grimace or a wince? Maybe he's still proud of all his conquests and he's aching to crack a smile.
    "When did you last sleep with a woman?" I don't want to keep beating this issue into the ground. I want him to finally admit that what he said in the bed that night when he told me I was different was just a litany of bullshit meant to convince me not to fuck anyone else.
    "Right before I left for Boston." His tone is steady, and his gaze is unwavering. "When I fucked you slowly and you came all over my cock."
    I resist the urge to moan right there on the spot. God, that was amazing. I had thought about that moment every day since I walked out of his hotel room two weeks ago.
    "Before that? When?" I push. I want him to just admit that he's been seeing other women this entire time.
    "It was the day before that when you sucked me off and I shot my load all over your beautiful breasts and then you rode my dick until you screamed my name."
    I'm so aroused. My body is aching for his. Even knowing that he's been with that many women, I still want him. What the fuck is wrong with me?
    "The time before that," he begins before he steps closer to me, "was on the