NanUp In Flames

Men pissed me off. In my experience, they always wanted something from me but it was never really me they wanted. I knew it without giving them more than a moment of my time. When they looked at me, they saw “daughter of a rock star” and “money.” Most of them were just hoping I’d get them on the cover of a cheap gossip magazine. This left me with little to no respect for the male species. I only held one man in high regard and that was my brother, Rush. He had always been there for me when I needed him—except for a few times when I was a raging bitch to his wife, Blaire. But now that I was over my jealousy, Rush was back to being my rock. And it was enough for me that he was happy.

I knew it was time I grew up and fought my own battles. I wasn’t doing a fantastic job of it, but I wasn’t doing too badly, either. I was managing things. In my own way… My phone vibrated in my hand and I glanced down to see Major’s face on the screen. This was my newest bad idea. He was gorgeous and almost too sweet for me—I usually liked at least a little bit of drama—but what kept him from being too perfect was the fact that he was a player. He loved women. Craved the attention he got from them. Hethought I was too stupid to know that when he wasn’t with me, he was usually with someone else, but his acting skills weren’t as fool-proof as he thought. I could tell by the way he responded to my texts if he was with someone else or if he had time for me. I thought I was dealing with this reality pretty well, but keeping my heart in check and not falling for his pretty-boy charms was getting harder. His kindness was getting to me, even though I knew I was nothing more than another girl to him. What are you doing? This was the kind of text I usually got when he was 13244259_911195389003203_5889677009713142308_oalone and bored. At first I had thought he was genuinely interested in the answer, but after noticing how often the words “hey sweetie” and “babe” flashed across the screen of his phone when we were together, I knew that was all bullshit.

All men were liars. Even the big-hearted, pretty ones. I didn’t trust men, but unfortunately, I needed them in my life. I wish I weren’t always so needy for affection and attention, but I was. I hated that about myself, and I often tried to hide it, but it was getting harder to do that. Watching Rush abandon his playboy ways for the right woman and his best friend—and my one-time fuck buddy—Grant Carter turn into the perfect man for his wife, Harlow, hadn’t been easy. I wasn’t a Blaire or a Harlow. I didn’t inspire men to want to change for me. Admitting that hurt deeply, but it was something I was coming to terms with. Anger, self-loathing, and feelings of inadequacy can make a person hateful. Bitter. A monster.

That’s exactly what I didn’t want to become. As much as I wanted to ignore Major, I knew I wouldn’t. Because replying to him meant he’d give me attention, and then I could pretend for a moment that he had feelings for me. That I was worth more. That I was the kind of girl a guy would change for.


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