Make Me Yours, Daddy

~*JUNE*~

"Fuck... your pussy so tight, baby. I love how good you feel," my boyfriend, Andrew, groans against my ear.

His words melt into me, sending a shiver racing down my spine.

Slowly, he rolls his hips forward, sliding his cock deeper into me inch by inch until I can't hold back the gasp that escapes my lips.

My fingertips dig into his shoulders as I cling to him, but it only makes everything feel more intense.

Too intense.

A shaky breath escapes me as my body arches into his, chasing the sensation building deep inside me.

"Don't stop... Please... faster..." I whisper, my voice barely holding together.

He leans into me, crashing his lips against mine, and I kiss him back just as messily and hungrily before he pulls back and stares at me, his eyes glazed.

With his cock still buried deep inside me, he leans back, hooks his hands under my knees, and lifts my legs high, bending me nearly in half until my knees brush my chest.

Not giving me a moment to catch my breath, he quickens his pace, driving deeper into me as his hips slam hard against my ass.

As he pumps into me, my inner walls stretch perfectly, sending wave after wave of pleasure rippling through my body.

He presses deep, hitting a spot inside me that makes my eyes roll back and my vision blur.

"Oh... fuck... yes," I cry out, grinding my hips against his thrusts, savoring the feel of his cock sliding inside me.

"Fugghh! Baby!" he grunts, his eyes boring into mine.

A rush of intense pleasure floods my body, scorching through me, leaving me aching for more.

"Uh-huh... oh god, Andrew," I moan, fingers clawing at the floor.

The coil of fire in my belly tightens with every thrust, building higher and hotter.

Sex with Andrew has always felt incredible, something I crave more with each passing day.

We've been together for three years, and I still love him in a way that feels almost dangerous, like he owns a piece of me I can't take back.

He was my first love, my first everything, and it feels like he's the only man I could ever love... and the only one who could ever love me.

His hips stutter as I feel his cock pulse inside me.

"Baby, I'm coming," he pants.

"Mmphh... me too," I gasp.

He slams deep into me twice, then comes instantly, his warm cum spilling deep inside me, flooding me.

My back arches, hips trembling as my pussy clamps down around his cock, and just like that, I came undone under him.

A raw, screaming moan tears from my throat as hot liquid gushes out of me, slicking across our stomachs.

He collapses on top of me, chest pressing against mine, our breaths ragged, bodies trembling.

After a moment, he pulls out and rolls onto the floor beside me, skin glistening, chest heaving.

A warm trickle of cum slides from my pussy, pooling across my thighs and onto the floor beneath us.

"That was... amazing," I whisper, still breathless.

Andrew doesn't say a thing.

With my body still tingling, I turn toward him, tracing my fingers along the sweat-slicked lines of his abs.

"Why don't we go for another round?" I murmur, a teasing smile lifting my lips.

He catches my wrist. "No... I can't."

He pulls my hand from his body and sits up.

My heart sinks. "Why?"

He turns to me. "I need to go pick up Maddie from the airport."

The fuck?

He needs to pick her up?

What is he... her chauffeur?

Hearing her name always makes my blood boil.

I've only met her once, from afar, but I already hate her.

Maybe it's because Andrew shoves her name in my face every fucking day.

Maddie is his ex. They broke up three years ago, and yet he still jumps at her every whim, always at her beck and call.

At the beginning of my relationship with Andrew, I overlooked his behavior toward Maddie, telling myself it was just a phase, that maybe he hadn't fully gotten over her.

But it's been three fucking years, and he's clearly still in contact with her, and probably hasn't gotten over her at all.

I'm so fucking tired of it.

And I'm done acting like it doesn't bother me.

"By this time?" I mutter, glancing at the wall clock. The hands sit at 9:45 p.m.

"Yes," he replies without hesitation.

"It's late," I say, exasperated. "Can't she just go home by herself? Or call an Uber or something?"

"It's late. That's exactly why I need to pick her up," he says. "I don't want anything happening to her."

I blink at him, stunned. "Oh my God... what is she, a teenager? I mean, she's a full-grown adult."

He sighs, stands and reaches for his clothes on the floor. "I'm leaving. I'll be back soon."

"Are you seriously leaving me... to go meet Maddie?" I ask, trying to keep the anger rising in my throat at bay.

"It's not like that, baby."

"Then tell me what it is," I demand, pushing myself upright.

"It's... it's just..." he stammers, unable to get the words out.

I scoff, letting the frustration seep into my voice. "Of course you have nothing to say. You never do."

"June..."

I stand up, the dried mess on my skin suddenly feeling cold against my heated skin. "It's always going to be her, isn't it? You'll always choose her over me."

"No. Of course not," he says, lying through his teeth.

"Oh, come on, Andrew. Every single time it's between Maddie and me, you pick her. You even ditched my birthday last year just to be with her."

"Maddie was sick that day, June. I couldn't just leave her alone..."

"You couldn't just leave her alone?" I furrow my eyebrows. "She could've gone to a hospital and gotten treated. Why did she have to call you on my birthday, of all days, to say she was sick?"

"It wasn't Maddie's fault. It was just a coincidence," he says defensively.

"Oh, here you go again, defending her. Do you even see me as your girlfriend... or am I just someone you keep around to fuck whenever you feel like it?"

He runs a hand through his hair, rubbing the back of his neck. "June... you're overreacting. I'm just going to pick Maddie up from the airport. It's not a big deal."

"It is a big deal!" My voice comes out sharp. "It's a fucking big deal! You say you've gotten over her, but the minute she calls, you run to her like a lapdog!"

"June... it's not like that. Maddie's just my friend."

"Just your friend?" I snort. "If she's really just your friend, like you say, then why do you drop everything and run to her the second she calls, like she's your girlfriend?"

"Maddie... needs me," he says quietly.

"And I don't?"

"Maddie needs me more. You can fend for yourself, June. You're strong. Maddie is delicate."

His words hit me like a slap across the face.

What the hell?

Is he serious right now?

I clench my fists, struggling to keep myself from lashing out. "She needs you for what, exactly? As her personal driver? Her errand boy? Her shoulder to cry on?"

"It's enough, June. I'm not staying to talk about this. I need to go," he says, turning away.

"Don't you fucking walk away from me, Andrew!" I snap, making him freeze in his tracks.

Slowly, he turns to me.

Swallowing the nausea rising in my throat, I say, "I... I hate the way you make me feel like you care about Maddie more than me."

He closes the distance between us, cupping my cheeks to tilt my face up until I have no choice but to meet his eyes. "June... why would you ever think that?" His voice softens. "I care about you more than Maddie. You're my girlfriend. It's you I love. Not her."

My chest hitches at his words, and my stupid heart softens, just like it always does.

"Then why are you still talking to Maddie and meeting up with her for crying out loud?" My shoulders slump. "I'm the only person you need. You don't need her, Andrew."

He releases my cheeks, dragging a hand across his forehead before letting out a slow, weary sigh. "Maddie's my friend, June... and she's a really good person."

I roll my eyes.

"If you just got to know her, you'd see-"

"I don't ever want to get to know her!" I cut him off. "She's your fucking ex! Do you expect me to be friends with your ex?"

"Maddie is more than just my ex," he murmurs, his eyes avoiding mine.

Anger bursts in my chest.

"Wow... isn't that just amazing to hear?" I spit.

He scratches the nape of his neck and exhales sharply. "June, this is one thing I really don't like about you. You spiral and always blow everything out of proportion. Maddie would never be this dramatic."

My mouth falls open. "What the fuck? Are you seriously comparing me to her right now?"

"Maddie is-"

"Maddie, Maddie, Maddie! It's always about her!" I scream, flinging my hands into the air. "I'm so sick of it!"

Andrew just stands there, frozen, his mouth slightly open, eyes wide.

I swallow the lump in my throat and force out the question burning in my chest. "Do you still love her?"

He stares at me, silence stretching, and finally mutters, "I... I don't."

A bitter laugh escapes me.

He's lying.

He's clearly lying.

I can see it in the way his shoulders tense, the flicker in his eyes, the hesitation in his voice.

Something inside me snaps.

"The hell? Do you think I'm stupid?" I spit, stepping forward until we're almost nose to nose. "You're literally lying straight to my face! Cut the bullshit, Andrew! Stop pretending! I know you still love her, so don't stand there and lie to me!"

He grips the hair at the back of his head, like he wants to rip it out-a telltale sign that he's holding himself back.

"Tell me the fucking truth." I jab my finger into his chest. "Tell me!"

His jaw tightens, and his gaze hardens, locking onto mine. "You want the truth? Fine. You're right, June. I still love Maddie. I still love her so fucking much. The only reason I dated you... was to get back at her for leaving me."

~*JUNE*~

"I still love Maddie. I still love her so fucking much. The only reason I dated you was to get back at her for leaving me."

Andrew's words slam into me, echoing in my skull.

For a second, everything goes still.

My thoughts spin as my vision begins to blur.

My chest tightens so painfully it feels like it's being crushed with every heartbeat.

Air catches in my throat-I can barely breathe.

No. I can't breathe.

I open my mouth, but nothing comes out. Only a choked, wet sound escapes.

Disbelief twists in my stomach, and a hollow sadness coils low in my core, weighing me down like a leaden stone dropped into my gut.

I shake my head, once, then again, like that alone might undo what Andrew just said.

I'd always suspected he still loved Maddie.

It showed in the way her name lingered on his tongue and the way his eyes softened whenever she came up.

But dating me just to get back at her?

That... that's a whole new low.

I never expected him to sink that far.

Does that mean he never loved me?

That all this time, I was nothing more than a pawn in his twisted game?

Someone he just... used?

Andrew stares at me, the angry set of his jaw loosening.

His eyes widen, shock flooding his features as he realizes what he's just admitted.

"Oh my God, June... I didn't mean it. I'm so sorry. I don't know why I said that. I..."

"Save it!" I cut him off, finally finding my voice. "I don't want to hear one more word from you. Not one"

"Please, June..." he says, stepping closer, his hand reaching for me.

"Don't fucking touch me, Andrew!" I yell, shoving him back with all the force I can muster.

He stumbles back, his eyes widening in shock as he stares at me.

I've never acted like this toward him before.

Usually, when I'm with him, I'm calm and gentle-but not this time.

I'm done. Done tolerating his bullshit.

Not wanting to spend another second in the same room with him, I bend down, grab my clothes from the floor, and stride toward the stairs, refusing to look back.

As I move, I feel Andrew's gaze burning into my back, following my every step.

"June... I'm so sorry," he calls after me. "What I said wasn't true."

I keep walking, ignoring him.

My bare feet slap against the wooden stairs as I climb, each step fueled by anger.

I reach my bedroom door, fling it open, and slam it shut behind me.

My back hits the wood as I press against it, trying to anchor myself.

I dig my fingers into my hair, tugging at the roots as if I can wrench my thoughts into place.

A sob rises in my throat, but I force it back down.

I will not cry. I refuse to be a weak bitch.

Pushing off the door, I fling my clothes onto the bed and stalk to the bathroom.

My hands grip the cool porcelain of the sink so tightly my knuckles turn white.

Andrew's words keep echoing in my skull, each repetition tightening my chest, sending tremors through my body as if I could shatter at any moment.

Slowly, I lift my gaze to the mirror.

My reflection stares back-frayed, unrecognizable.

For a moment, I don't see me.

I see Andrew's puppet.

Since I started dating Andrew, he has made me change so much about myself just to fit his preferences.

I force myself to eat more, to gain a little weight, because he said I was too thin, that he didn't like the way my body felt during sex, and that gaining weight would make me 'sexier.'

He makes me dress a certain way-clearly Maddie's style.

He even made me get my nipples and clit pierced, which hurt like hell, claiming Maddie had them and that it would make my body more desirable to him.

But now I know it was all a lie.

None of it was ever about me.

He just wants me to be perfect. Perfect like Maddie.

He can't get over her. So he's trying to carve me into her.

A fresh wave of nausea twists through my stomach as the gut-wrenching thought creeps into my mind.

When he fucks me... does he close his eyes and picture her instead of me?

"God-fucking-damn it," I whisper to my reflection.

I'm such a fool.

A pathetic fool for ever falling in love with Andrew.

A tear slips down my cheek, and I wipe it away quickly, hating that it came at all.

I hate myself for feeling this way.

I hate myself so fucking much.

Taking a shuddering breath, I try to steady myself, however slightly.

Once I feel steadier, I take a quick shower.

Afterwards, I dry off and pull on loose shorts and a singlet.

I reach into the drawer by my bed, grab a cigarette and lighter, and sink onto the edge of the bed.

Flicking the lighter, I light the cigarette and watch the first plume of smoke curl into the air.

I draw a long, deep drag, letting it fill my lungs before exhaling slowly.

For a fleeting moment, the tightness in my chest eases-just a little.

Andrew hates when I smoke, especially in the house.

He hates the smell and never misses a chance to nag about how it's bad for my health.

He'll probably complain about it later-but I don't care.

Fuck him and his health lectures.

Right now, I'd rather have my lungs full of smoke than my head drowning in thoughts.

Smoking isn't something I'm proud of, but I'm glad I do it.

It always helps me relax and eases the tension in my body.

I take another drag, savoring the bitter taste, then exhale, watching the smoke curl into the air.

Downstairs, I hear the front door open and then close softly.

Andrew's gone.

Gone to pick up his precious Maddie.

I take one last, hard drag on the cigarette, then crush it against my bed frame.

Needing something to take my mind off everything, because clearly smoking isn't cutting it anymore, I grab my phone and call my gay bestie, Tyler.

It rings twice before his familiar, cheerful voice lights up the line.

"What's up, babe?"

"Hey, Tyler," I say. "Let's hit the club tonight."

"Sounds perfect, babe," he chuckles. "I'll be there in twenty."

~~~~~~~~~~~

The club music thumps around me, lights flashing over the swaying, shouting crowd, but I barely register it.

My eyes stay glued to my phone as I read the message Andrew sent me just a few minutes ago.

Andrew 😍: 'Hey baby, I'll be home a little later than I planned. I'm so sorry for what I said earlier. I hate myself for it. I was just being a complete asshole. You didn't deserve that. I swear I didn't mean a single word I said. None of it was true. You're the only one I love and want. Please don't ever doubt that. I'll grab your favorite strawberry cake and some treats on my way home. I love you. Always.😘❤️'

I read the message over and over, and each time my emotions twisted further into a tangled jumble.

I felt completely conflicted, unsure whether to be relieved and happy that Andrew had apologized and assured me he didn't mean what he'd said earlier, or to stay angry, knowing there was a real possibility he meant every word and was simply masking it with this apology.

"There are a lot of hot men in here tonight, June," Tyler says from beside me, pulling me from my thoughts.

I turn to see him leaning against the bar, his eyes scanning the crowd as he takes a slow sip from his glass.

"Don't you think so?" he asks, glancing at me.

I shrug lightly. "Not really."

"Hell yeah, there are," he insists, a wide grin spreading across his face. He leans closer, mischief lighting his eyes. "Okay, I've got an idea... why don't we just find a couple of ridiculously hot guys and have some fun? No strings. Just... a little chaos for the night."

I sigh and slip my phone into my pocket. "I'll pass."

"Why?" he drawls, one eyebrow quirking up.

"I'm in a relationship, Tyler," I say, stating the obvious.

He rolls his eyes so hard I half expect them to stick. "Still with that dimwit of a boyfriend, Andrew?"

"Yes, and he's not a dimwit."

"Oh, really? I thought he was," Tyler says, smirking.

I swat his arm.

"Ouch! That actually hurts!" he yelps, wincing, though the grin never leaves his face.

"Serves you right," I tease, leaning back against my stool with a satisfied smile.

"But seriously, June... how are you still with Andrew?" His grin fades, replaced by a hard frown. "You should've dumped him ages ago, especially after he keeps comparing you to his ex."

I let out a quiet breath. "I... I still love him. He's my first love. Even if I tried to break up with him, I don't think I'd ever be able to move on."

Tyler downs the rest of his drink in one gulp, then sets the glass on the counter. "Then get under another man."

"What?" I shout over the pounding music, not sure I heard him right.

"You heard me." He leans in, making sure I catch every word. "If you want to forget a man, the fastest way is to find a new one. Hit reset. Get a new dick to make you forget the old one. Simple as that."

"It's not that simple," I mutter, shaking my head.

"It's pretty simple to me," He shrugs.

"Sure," I say dryly. "Considering you change boyfriends every three months."

"Two months, to be exact," he corrects, smirking. "But that's not the point." His smile fades. "There's no use in being hooked on a guy who doesn't even treat you right."

"I know," I admit, sighing.

"Think about it," he nudges me. "You need to break up with Andrew. It's long overdue." He flashes me a smile. "You deserve better."

I force a small smile. "I'll think about it."

I know I won't.

I can't.

The thought of leaving Andrew twists my stomach... and the idea of being with anyone else-anyone other than him-twists it even more.

That's why I didn't tell Tyler what Andrew had said to me earlier. I knew if I did, he would freak out and try to force me to break up with Andrew.

I lean against the bar, trying to collect my scattered thoughts, while Tyler continues to scan the crowd, winking at the hot men he locks eyes with-until his playful expression suddenly stiffens.

His eyes lock on something behind me.

"Hey... isn't that your boyfriend, Andrew?"

"Andrew? No... you've got to be mistaken. He can't be here. He went to pick up Maddie from the airport."

"No, girl. That is Andrew. And he's..." He squints, then his eyes widen. "...kissing another girl."

"What?" I choke out.

~*JUNE*~

I spin on my stool so fast I almost topple over.

"Where is he?" I ask, feeling my heart lurch in my chest.

"Over there," Tyler says, pointing toward the VIP booth.

My eyes follow his finger, and the world seems to slow, the music fading into a dull roar.

Andrew and Maddie come into view, bathed in the glittering light near the VIP booth.

His back is to me, but I recognize him instantly-the slope of his shoulders, the curl of his hair.

In his arms is... Maddie.

Her fingers are tangled in his hair, and his hands grip her hips like claws.

They're tangled together, mouths locking with a desperate, hungry intensity.

My body goes rigid, and my limbs grow heavy, every nerve turning numb all at once.

My heart skips a beat, then hammers in my chest, racing twice as fast.

The world around me moves, then blurs into shadows and the muffled thumps of music, as I stare at them, unable to tear my eyes away.

As I watch them kiss, my heart squeezes so tightly in my chest I think I'm going to have a heart attack.

I feel betrayed in every possible way.

Andrew apologized to me just a few minutes ago, and now he's shoving his tongue down Maddie's throat.

Does this mean he meant everything he said earlier?

That he only apologized because he pitied me... or probably took me for a fool?

No. I shake my head.

He does not get to play with me like that.

Anger surges through me, heating my body so intensely it's a miracle I don't burst into flames.

Before I realize it, I'm off the stool.

My legs are moving on their own, pushing through the crowd.

"Hey, wait!" Tyler calls from behind me, but I don't look back.

I keep moving, my vision narrowing, locked on Andrew and Maddie.

A girl passes by, carrying two glasses of red wine.

Without slowing, I snatch one, feeling the cool glass press into my hand.

I weave through the crowd, until I'm right beside Andrew and Maddie.

His cologne hits me first-sharp, familiar, suffocating.

They're lost in each other, lips glued together, completely oblivious to the world-or to me.

Maddie's perfectly painted nails dig into his back, and every subtle movement between them twists my stomach.

And in that moment, I don't think.

I just act.

I swing my arm and the glass of red wine sails through the air, splattering across Andrew's face and soaking the front of his white shirt.

He jerks away from Maddie with a wet, startled sound.

"The fuck-?!" he groans.

Maddie stumbles back, her mouth open in shock as a few drops of wine speckle her dress.

Andrew scrubs at his eyes, smearing the wine as he blinks.

Then his gaze locks on me.

His face pales. "June?"

Every betrayal, every twist in my stomach, ignites into a burning fury I can't hold back.

My fists clench tightly, pressing into my palms until they almost draw blood.

I step closer to Andrew until barely any air could pass between us.

"What the fucking hell, Andrew!" I hiss.

"What are you doing here, June?" he grumbles, more concerned with my presence than the fact I just caught him cheating.

"I just caught you cheating on me, Andrew, and that's what you ask me?" I retort.

Maddie spins toward me, her gaze flicking to the empty glass in my hand before snapping back to my face. "You psychotic bitch," she hisses. "Why did you pour wine on us?"

I ignore her.

My eyes stay locked on Andrew's, burning into him.

"Let me guess-you couldn't wait, right?" I spit. "Had to come straight to the club and shove your tongue down Maddie's throat? Was my body not good enough?" I tilt my head. "Or did you just need to see if hers still tasted the same?"

"June, it's not what it looks like-" he sputters.

"It's exactly what it looks like, Andrew! I'm not blind!" My voice echoes over the club's pounding music.

The area around us falls silent, conversations cut off, and all eyes turn toward us.

"Andrew, who is she and why is she screaming at you?" Maddie asks, narrowing her eyes, giving me a look that says I'm crazy.

Maybe I am.

Figuratively, at least.

But one thing is certain-Andrew is the one driving me to the brink of madness.

Andrew turns to Maddie and smiles. "She's just a friend, Maddie, and nothing happened. You don't have to worry yourself."

What the...

I'm just a friend?

Bloody hell.

This has to be some kind of sick joke.

He turns back to me, jaw tight, eyes flicking with something I can't read.

"Andre-"

Before I can finish, he grabs my arm tightly.

"Let's go talk somewhere else," he says, dragging me to a corner before I can protest.

The moment we get there, I yank my hand free. "Let go of me!"

He exhales sharply and takes a step back, his fingers running through his hair as if he's trying to wrestle with his own thoughts.

"What was that just now, huh?" I scowl, narrowing my eyes. "I'm just a friend? Seriously?"

"Let's not do this here, June," he mutters.

"Like hell we are!" I snap.

The people around begin to stare at us but I don't care.

Andrew looks around, then stares back at me. "Calm your voice down. People can hear you."

"I don't fucking care!"

He ruffles his hair and lets out a loud sigh.

Gritting my teeth, I step closer. "Why the hell were you cheating on me?"

"It was a mistake, June, I didn't mean to," he says quickly, trying to sound casual.

"A mistake?" I fake a laugh. "You're really full of shit, aren't you?"

He presses his lips together, then opens his mouth only to close it again, staring at me as if the words refuse to form.

The silence stretches between us before he finally speaks. "Let's just put this behind us and pretend it never happened." He steps closer and strokes my arm. "You love me, right? So, you'll do that for me, won't you?"

Feeling repulsed by his touch, I step back, keeping a distance between us. "Do you even hear yourself? Pretend it never happened? How is that supposed to work?"

He sighs. "You're just overthinking this."

"I'm overthinking?"

"Yes, you are"

"Oh, really?" I scoff. "Then explain it to me. Why the fuck were you kissing Maddie? Give me a logical reason, so I don't overthink it."

He opens his mouth, hesitates, then avoids my eyes. "It's... complicated."

"Complicated?" I fire back. "The hell, Andrew? Are you fucking kidding me right now? You apologized to me just a few hours ago, saying you never meant what you said about still being in love with Maddie and using me... and now you're locking lips with her?"

He runs a hand over his face. "Okay. If it's an apology you want, June... I'm sorry," he says quickly.

"Fuck you and your apology, Andrew. I don't need it!" I snap.

"Look, relax, okay? There's no need to be dramatic. We'll talk about this once you've calmed down. Just go home and wait for me there."

Go home?

My blood boils.

After everything, he expects me to turn around and leave without getting an explanation, like some trained dog obeying his every command.

"If you think I'm going home without an explanation, you're joking," I snap.

"I have no explanation to give you, June. I didn't do anything that warrants one," he mutters.

I run my hands through my hair, trying my best to calm myself before I actually lose it.

My jaw tightens. "You're truly something else. You cheat on me, and you have the guts to say that!"

Andrew's eyes dart away for a split second, then he meets mine with a flicker of something I can't place.

"Oh, come on, June... don't act like a fucking saint, like you've never cheated on me before."

I feel my world crash around me, my stomach turning to a puddle at my feet.

"How dare you accuse me of cheating? I've been nothing but faithful to you! And what do I get in return? You cheat on me with your ex and then have the audacity to gaslight me!"

I bite my lip until it hurts, swallowing back the lump rising in my throat.

My voice cracks as I force the words out. "Be honest with me, Andrew. Did you... ever love me?"

He stares at me, silent, his expression completely blank.

Closing my eyes, I count to thirty, waiting for him to give me an answer-but he doesn't.

His silence is all the answer I need.

My chest heaves as I press my lips together, forcing back the tears threatening to fall.

Opening my eyes, I glare at him.

"You know what?" I spit. "Tyler was right about you. You're such a selfish asshole, and I should've broken up with your pathetic ass a long time ago."

He opens his mouth, but I cut him off before he can speak.

"You want Maddie? Fine. You can have her. We are done."

He freezes, his eyes doubling in size. "What... what do you mean we're done?"

"It's over between us, Andrew."

He shakes his head stubbornly. "It's not over until I say it's over."

I scoff, a bitter laugh escaping me. "Well, newsflash, asshole-I'm breaking up with you."

A waiter passes with a tray of filled wine glasses.

Without thinking, I snatch one, pour it over Andrew's shirt, and brush past him, leaving him drenched and stunned.

And just like that, my first love of three years is over.