Dirty Little Secret - Not Edited

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Myla Mendez

"Enzo! Your phones ringing." I yelled through to him. "Just answer it." Wow, slept together once and he trusts me to answer his phone...noted.

I answered the phone and before I could say anything, a voice spoke.

"Be honest, was she a good fuck? I knew you could do it man. Fuck her once and kick her to the ground."

I never said anything I stood shocked and stunned before he continued.

"Come on don't hold back man! Send her my way next."

I pulled the phone away from my ear, and ended the call immediately, holding it in my hand.

I knew exactly who it was.

Martin.

The man who said similar things only a few years ago.

"Who was it?" Enzo came in behind me, I kept my back to him, trying to decide how to go about this. Do I go ape shit, and let him have it? Or do I explain what Martin said and here Enzo out.

Nope.

I turned round staring Enzo in the eye. "Martin. He wanted to know if I was a good fuck?" Enzo's eyes shot open in a second, he came over and took the phone from my hand. Without speaking a word to me, he checked his recent calls and cursed.

"It's not what it sounds like My-" I scoffed, turning and walking into the kitchen. "Sure Enzo. It's just guy things right." He furrowed his brows and walked towards me.

I took a glass from the cupboard and ran the tap cold. "What's that supposed to mean?" I raised my brow and placed the glass under letting the water fill it up.

"It's not the first time you and Martin have talked about me in a purely physical way Enzo." He walked round the island and stopped in front of me. Reaching out to hold me. I slapped his hand away and held the water in my hand. "I've never spoke about you to anyone." I looked into his eyes, and they told me he was telling the truth.

But I seen those texts myself all those years ago. Sure I forgave him then he went and fucked that random girl at the club and that's why I was pissed. But I don't give a rats ass. I'm pissed because of him telling Martin, not even 12 hours after that we slept together.

"What about the texts?" Myla stop! "When Martin texted you saying you just needed to fuck me and get me out of your system?" His eyes narrowed in, and the drifted off as if he was thinking. "That why you have been pissed all these years!?" I went to argue but he turned and walked towards the door.

"This is typical Myla! You snoop, you do things you aren't meant to and then it's everyone else's fault!" He yelled at me. I crossed my arms over my chest, anger pooling inside me. But my pettiness didn't want to give him the satisfaction.

"Whatever Enzo. Last night was fun...but this" I moved my finger between us. "was never going to workout. We're to different." I let out a breath as did Enzo.

"Whatever you want Myla, this is you right. Your the decision maker so whatever the fuck you want to happen can happen." He walked away towards the bedroom slamming the door behind him. I sighed and rested against the counter.

I knew this was best. I knew what we had was a one time – fuck and be done – thing. But now, I feel...empty and alone without him being beside me, fuck without him being in the same room as me.