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C H A P T E R 67

"Blue-"

"How many where they ?" I looked at him. This question has always been on my mind and since well he wants us to talk this through, I might as well start with it.

He let out a heavy sigh as he looked away from me

"You want me to talk about this since it's bothering me so much right ?" I crossed my arms. "So.. how many girls did you fuck during our separation ?"

Kenny looked at me before running his hands through his hair. His hesitation not doing any favours to my anxiety.

"I just want an estimation.. five? ten? twenty? fifty?More ?" I tilted my head with my eyebrows raised. His lack of reaction to my last guess proved it right. I chuckled, nodding. "More."

"Babe you should know none of them meant nothing to me."

"Kenny we weren't together at that time, you shouldn't have to justify yourself to me." I shaked my head. "I just- I need some air."

I sighed as I got out of the bedroom, took my phone on the couch and went outside. It was a little dark on this side of the ship but it wasn't entirely unclear. We were at the top floor of the boat so the view was nice, I couldn't even admire the view properly with everything on my mind.

How is it possible that one person could change so drastically in a period of five years ? I can't help but blame myself for everything, Kenny wasn't like this when he was a detective. He hated the sleeping around, he hated killing, he hated crime. His reaction to finding Junior and I together was shockingly unexpected, then to find out he slept with- I don't even wanna know the exact number.. the estimation was more than enough for me.

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Flashback.

"I'm serious though." I laughed, lifting my head off his chest and looked at him.

"You're really boosting my ego and it's already big as it is." He laughed. "But I just don't believe in fucking everything that has two legs and a pussy, I value myself too much to do that."
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"He wasn't flirting with me."

"He was."

"He wasn't." I chuckled, wrapping my arms around his neck. "Junior just gives endless compliments to every girl he meets-"

"And that isn't flirting ?" His eyebrows arched. "He might be flirting with all these other girls, but he has feelings for you... Anyone can see it from afar."

"I don't think-"

Kenny placed his palms on my waist, pressing me to him as he kissed me.

"Are you kissing me because you want to, or because Junior's watching ?" I smiled in between the kiss.

"Both." He replied truthfully and I chuckled before moving my lips with his.

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Same events, different outcomes. This how Kenny handled his possessiveness and jealousy five years ago, so much different from today.

My thoughts were interrupted by the cellphone in the back of my pocket ringing. I took it out and looked at the unknown number before answering.

"Hello ?"

"Blue. Blue. Blue." A male voice slowly resonated, and I instantly knew who it was.

"I see you've finally gathered enough balls to call."