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felt weird knowing that I was going to sleep here. It had been a long time since my body had graced the sheets of a bed for anything besides a paid fuck. Rhett had left me alone just a few minutes ago. The look of disgust on his face had only become more severe over the hour and a half drive and when he left me in the spare bedroom of his apartment he looked absolutely repulsed by the sight of me in his space.
    I’d spent most of the drive crying. It wasn’t long after agreeing to go with him that another fear had suffocated me. Where would I be staying? When Rhett admitted he was bringing me here, relief set in. I wouldn’t stay with that man. My mother’s husband. I didn’t tell Rhett that, and he didn’t bother asking why I wanted to know.
    The room was nice, like what I saw of the rest of the apartment it was practically bare save for a few minor decorations. This room had only a full bed and a dresser. I almost laughed at the sight of the dresser. I could remember when I had one, when I had so many clothes they spilled out of the drawers onto the floor. My mom had bought it for me. It was dark wood, with a mirror, much like the one here.
    My reflection stared back at me, mocking me. I hadn’t been in front of a mirror like this in a long time. I could nearly see all of my body. My face was puffy from crying. My loose hair was a mess. My clothes were stained and dirty, though that was normal. These were the only clothes I had save for one or two other pairs. A strangled sound escaped my lips, something between a laugh and a sob.
    I ran a shaky hand over my face and walked into the bathroom attached to the room. Eyeing the shower, I stripped down. I hadn’t taken a good shower in a long time, where I actually enjoyed the heat on my skin. The warm water was calling my name. I could hear it. I never really missed taking showers after I left. It became a part of my life that I just didn’t have access to very often. It was gross, I knew it was, but I couldn’t be bothered by something I wouldn’t change.
    I turned the water on, letting the first burst of cold splash across my skin. I sucked in a breath. Fuck. I turned away from the faucet, letting the icy water run down my back.
    Once it warmed up, I started washing myself, as well as trying to wrap my head around the very idea that I was even here, in my step-brother’s glass shower, my mom’s funeral only two days away. The thought sucked the air right out of my chest. My mom hadn’t been perfect. She was flawed, a woman who gave her love too easily to all the wrong men. A woman who loved those men more than her own daughter. I pressed the back of my closed fist against my mouth to stifle the sob that left my lips. But she is the only mother I have. And now she’s gone.
    “Fuck.” My shoulders shook and the soap swirled down the drain with the water. I stood there until the water ran cold again. I wrapped a towel around me, not bothering to look at myself in the mirror again.
    I stepped into the bedroom and rubbed myself dry. The texture of the towel felt foreign against my skin, but I went ahead and let myself enjoy it. Just for now. You’ll go back to real life soon. I considered my discarded clothes and decided against putting them back on. I dropped the towel to the floor just as the bedroom door opened and Rhett strolled in.
    “Faye, I—” He stopped when he saw me. I watched as his eyes traveled up and down my body. There was something hungry in those eyes, something different than the way he used to look at me, he tried to hide it behind the hate, but I could see it. The fact that it was there awoke something inside me. Something I hadn’t felt in a very long time.
    He wants me.
    “Like what you see, big brother?” I turned so he could see me fully. I wasn’t ashamed of my body. I knew I had a shape that every type of man craved. Big boobs, thin waist, a decent-sized ass.
    I definitely liked what I was seeing. He wore a simple white v-neck