“Ryan, it’s fine. I’ve done it for years.”
“Yeah, that’s another thing. How f*****g small was Alex’s d**k that he let you do this? Or should I say, asked you to do this. That s**t is manipulative and controlling because, let me guess, he didn’t like that you were smarter than him, possibly more successful. Did he ask you to tone it down in front of his friends? Did he want you to stay quiet and look pretty so his colleagues wouldn’t think less of him?”
What the hell? There’s a strong prick in my eyes, a quick burn of my nose because Ryan is right. He’s never met him, and yet, he knows everything I tried to ignore.
“Don’t.” Ryan sits forward. “Don’t you dare cry.”
I suck in a breath, shaking my head and stopping any emotions before they really start. “Sorry. We’re at your work event.
