Chapter 5
Before Ethan’s parents could answer, Avery interrupted.
“Nobody. You misheard.”
His parents shot her a weird look.
Ethan didn’t notice their confusion. He grabbed Avery’s arm and pulled her to his car.
“Perfect timing! You’re here. You should be done with the conversation, right? Cool. Let’s go somewhere.”
They drove in total silence.
When the car stopped, Avery realized he’d brought her to a luxury boutique.
He instructed the staff to bring out piles of clothes, shoes, and bags for her to try on.
She frowned. “What the hell is all this for?”
Ethan pushed her toward the dressing room with a bossy tone. “Just try them on.”
Avery tried to refuse but the sales associate had already shut the door and started unpacking boxes.
After each outfit, Ethan would take a photo before shoving her back into the dressing room.
Over and over again. Avery tried on hundreds of outfits until she was completely drained. The high heels had rubbed her feet raw and bloody.
She finally shoved past the employee and limped over to Ethan.
“Look, I don’t need you to buy me stuff to apologize-”
“Pack up everything except the burgundy dress and have it delivered to Miss Sophia Grant at Silverlake Estate.”
The rest of Avery’s sentence died in her throat. She watched im casually swipe his credit card.
“You made me try on all this stuff… for your girlfriend?” He voice came out raspy.
Ethan nodded carelessly with a slight smirk.
“Yeah. Wanted to get my girl some presents but wasn’t sure what she’d like. Since you two are about the same size, figured you’d make a perfect model.”
“Next we’re hitting the dessert shop, jewelry store, and makeup counter upstairs. You can test everything for me.
Gotta make sure Sophia gets only the best.”
“You know what? I never saw us as just fuck buddy! Every hug, every kiss, every time we slept together–I meant it! You don’t have to love me back, but you don’t get to treat me like I’m nothing!”
Whenever Ethan’s name came up, Avery stayed silent.
Sometimes her heart still rippled with emotion, but the pain had faded.
She shut herself off from the world, turning down every invitation where she might run into Ethan.
A few nights, he pretended like nothing was wrong and messaged her when he was drunk, asking her to come pick him up. She ignored those too.
Their mutual friends sometimes brought it up when they were wasted.
“Yo Ethan, what’s up with your sex buddy? Why isn’t she hanging around anymore?”
Ethan would shrug it off like it was nothing. “She’s just pissed off, don’t worry about it, it’ll get over soon.”
But time passed and Avery remained slient. Eventually she stopped responding to any messages.
The day before his birthday, Ethan couldn’t take it anymore and sent her an electronic invitation.
This time, Avery finally replied.
Just one word:

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