The moment I realized my life was about to get seriously complicated started with a scream.
And a flying shoe.
Not metaphorical. Literal.
Sasha—yes, my girlfriend, the one I apparently forgot I had—hurled a high-heeled monstrosity straight at my face.
I yelped, rolled off the bed, and… looked up at Eva.
"DYLAN!" Sasha screamed, her eyes wide as if she'd just seen a ghost.
"You—what the hell do you think you're doing?!"
"Who… who is she?" Eva asked, still half-lidded, clearly wishing she were asleep instead of witnessing my life implode. She leaned down, squinting at me like she was mentally preparing to murder someone.
Sasha cut in immediately, her voice sounding sharper than I've ever heard before.
"Who am I? Who I'm… I'm his girlfriend!"
Eva's eyes narrowed further, tilting her head like a predator about to strike.
"I'm his... girlfriend," she repeated slowly, each word dripping with lethal calm.
Both of them turned their attention fully on me. And for the first time that morning, I froze.
H… how did you even get in? I stammered, looking directly at Sasha.
"Oh my god," Sasha muttered, disbelief written all over her perfect, dangerous face.
"Seriously, babe," Eva said, her tone deceptively soft, but I knew. I knew exactly what she was capable of. "Who is she?"
I gulped.
Eva could poison me in seconds, just to teach me a lesson… then hand me the antidote a few minutes later because, despite my stupidity, she'd never stop loving me.
Sasha, on the other hand… Sasha was the kind of woman you don't joke with. A former captain in the army, trained to hunt, track, and destroy anyone who crossed her. And she had me squarely in her sights.
I love danger, I thought.
And now, I was staring straight at it.
The two girls were still looking at me like whatever I said next would decide how I die.
I blinked.
"Uh… oh… wow… yeah… funny story…"
Sasha's eyes narrowed, and her voice cut through the room like a whip.
"I can't believe you were fucking some… bitch behind my back!"
"Excuse me?" Eva said, still calm, still impossibly composed, her tone the kind that made your blood run cold.
"You heard me. Bitch," Sasha snapped, stepping closer, her posture all tension and threat.
Eva's eyes finally focused on Sasha, and for the first time that morning, I realized something terrifying: calm can be far more dangerous than rage.
"Say it again," Eva said slowly, deliberately, each word a scalpel. "I dare you."
Sasha hesitated, then spat out,
"Bitch."
Eva stood, leaving the bed with a composure that made Sasha visibly tense. And then… the fight started.
I didn't wait around to see the carnage unfold.
Using the perfect distraction—their fight—I slipped out of the chaos, still in my robe, heart pounding, dignity somewhere behind me on the bed.
I ran downstairs to my car, robe flapping in the wind, started the engine, and drove off.
Classic Dylan move.
Yeah, I know, I'm an asshole.
You're also probably wondering how long the fight between the two girls lasted, right?
I can't tell you.
Sasha might be an ex-captain, trained to kill and dominate anyone who crosses her, but Eva… Eva is something else entirely.
I don't even know what she does for a living, but the way she handles a knife when cooking? Yeah… she's definitely got to know how to use it. You know… to kill.
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I didn't go back to my penthouse. Who knows if Sasha and Eva were still there. Who knows if they'd killed each other or, worse… teamed up.
So I drove over to Lucas' place. My best friend.
"Dude. You're wearing a robe?" he said, eyes wide. "You, like… drove to my house in a robe?"
"Long story…" I muttered, shrugging.
Lucas raised an eyebrow. "I don't even wanna know."
I groaned and collapsed on his couch. "Ugh… girls are so annoying."
"Wow," Lucas said, smirking. "I'm guessing you messed up again."
I ignored him.
"You're still down for the Ramirez's party tonight, right?" Lucas added.
"Nah. Too tired," I lied, though my stomach twisted a little.
"Windy's gonna be there," he said casually.
I sat up. "As in… Windy Evans?"
Lucas smirked. "Do you know any other Windy?"
Oh boy. Where do I even start?
Windy Evans. Long-time crush. Probably the love of my life. And no, I'm not talking about a casual fling this time. Don't get me wrong—I still wanna fuck her—but this is more… fuck AND marry her type of situation, if you catch my drift.
"I'm in," I said, standing, trying to sound casual.
"Of course you are," Lucas chuckled.
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Night came faster than I liked. Lucas and I were already on our way to the Ramirez party when it hit me.
"Fuck."
"What?" Lucas asked.
"I didn't get anything for Windy."
Lucas blinked. "Like a gift?"
"Yeah. I mean, it's been a while and…" I trailed off, suddenly feeling the tiniest pinch of panic.
Lucas laughed while still driving.
"What's funny?" I snapped.
"Dude," he said, grinning, "we've been friends since, like, three. And I've never seen you so whipped for a girl. I think… you're in love."
"Who? Me? Pfft," I scoffed, trying to hide the truth.
"Maybe she'll finally get you to stop being a flirt," Lucas teased.
I smirked. "You say that like it's a bad thing."
But somewhere in the back of my head… I thought about it. Maybe Lucas was right. Maybe Windy could get me to stop… fucking around.
Then I pointed. "Dude. Stop by that shop."
"It's on the other side of the road, man." Lucas pointed out.
"Come on, bro."
Lucas laughed again. "What love does to a man…"
He parked on the side of the road. I groaned, knowing it meant I had to cross to the other side. But I didn't care, I had a mission.
I got down and crossed the street, ignoring the light rain and my increasingly panicked heartbeat. The jewelry shop was right there, taunting me with its glittering windows, but something in the back of my head whispered, maybe don't push your luck, Dylan.
Then I froze.
A car. Out of nowhere, moving faster than it should have, headlights glaring straight at me. I swore there hadn't been a car a moment ago.
Karma, huh?
Yeah… that's it. Karma. That's what this was. Every stupid thing I'd done—every girl I'd hurt, every lie I'd told, every chaotic, horny mess I'd left behind—had finally caught up with me.
I barely had time to think, barely had time to scream… and then…
Lights. Pain. Nothing.
And just like that, the world went black.