“Nah… nah, I can’t listen to any more of this shit,” I whispered, voice cracking. I set his phone down on the coffee table, then collapsed sideways onto the couch, curling into the corner. My hands went straight into my hair, fingers twisting tight, pulling just enough to feel something other than the ache in my chest.

  Emma said all of that. Every single word. She made it up—every filthy lie. I’ve only had sex with one person in my entire life, my ex from two years ago. My dad literally owns Fashion Nova. I’m not chasing anything. I don’t have to. And she knows that. She knows all of...