Maya
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Kayla stood at my door with a smile that looked more like a sneer.
She didn’t answer my question. Instead, she steps inside like we were friends—or at the very least, on speaking terms.
I never liked her. Even before she slept with Liam, something about her always felt off—shallow, fake, and just enough to make my skin itch.
“Why, make yourself comfortable,” I mutter, voice heavy with sarcasm.
If she catches it, she didn’t show it. She sits on my couch, crossing one leg over the other like she is Thomas, even Thomas will have the decency to read the room.
“Thank you, Maya,” she says sweetly.
I roll my eyes, irritation beginning to pulse beneath my skin. “What do you want?”
“Oh, I just wanted to talk,” she answers casually, glancing around the room like she was searchin
