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Jodie was in the midst of a major temper tantrum.
She had already smashed most of the canvases within her reach and was looking for something else to hit, to pummel, to destroy. Preferably something like glass that would make a delightfully loud shattering noise and satisfy the rage in her mind and match the sound in her heart.
She had never ever been angrier, never been more rattled. She prided herself on being unflappable, untouchable.
Nothing ever got to Jodie fucking Lerner.
Nothing except Bette fucking Porter.
There was no question she had fallen for Bette. Hard. Dating a hearing person was tough enough but when the hearing person also struggled to communicate? Well that was near impossible. But she persevered because she had been captivated by the swagger, the confidence, the power Bette commanded.
And her body, holy fucking hell… Jodie wanted Bette the minute she met her.
They first night they had fucked – for it was almost always fucking – Jodie had come immediately. It had been amazing; Bette had been masterful in the way she had teased and led Jodie to a release that eclipsed all others.
However, she always felt Bette never completely let go with her, never really gave herself to Jodie one hundred percent. They never made love… Bette resisted anything that resembled love making… preferring to use her fingers rather than her mouth on Jodie. Sometimes Jodie would look at Bette while they were fucking and she seemed a million miles away, there would be tears in her eyes, but she always had a reason and Jodie desperately wanted to believe her.
But she had not planned on letting Bette into her heart. And Bette had torn it up and spit it out for what? Tina? Boring, placid, weak Tina. Tina fucking Kennard. Jodie threw her hammer across the room, feeling better when it struck a can of paint and knocked it to the floor, spilling red paint across the wall behind it.
The article in ArtNexus had completely unraveled a reputation that she had spent years cultivating and pushing through. The piece in the magazine was the culmination of phone calls from reporters asking for her comment on the growing rumors that she had lied about her work in the movie.