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Harris sputters, looking ready to piss himself, "What-what are y-you talking about?"
Holy…what the hell was I thinking?
Smokey chuckles, placing a fry at my mouth, making me side-eye him, and he just shrugs. "You've lost some weight, and I don't like it. Now eat."
I narrow my eyes at him but still take the goodness with my hand before eating it, refusing to take it from his fingers, fingers I know feel good inside me.
Nope, no, not going there, bad brain.
He sends me a happy nod, hopefully oblivious to my thoughts, before answering Harris's question. "Our daughter. You decided to ignore my girl here, who corrected you about her own child’s name. Her name isn’t Avril, it’s April. Let me guess, an ex?"
I furrow my brows, ignoring the 'our' bit of his words before looking at Harris to see him squirming in his seat. Huh. It looks like I will be fibbing for a little while until Smokey decides I'm not worth it.
It's what his wife, sorry, ex-wife, according to Phil, tells me daily when she comes into my workplace looking like the next Barbie wannabe. Apparently, they've been in couples counseling for a few years. I may tell everyone he hurt me, and he did, and I am stubborn, but in reality, I won't be a homewrecker. A part of me thinks she's lying, something pulling at my insides, but I won't risk it. Plus, if I've believed her all this time, then it'll just prove I don't deserve this man anyway.
Period.
Harris clears his throat. "It doesn't matter; it's an honest mistake, and I know you're not her daughter's father. I've met him twice. Now, if you'd both leave…." He side-eyes Breaker, who looks to be enjoying the show making me narrow my eyes at him. He smirks.
Harris continues. "My girl and I here were about to get the check and leave for my place."
I raise my brow at his insinuation but don't correct him, needing Smokey—who growls like a flipping dog—to believe it. Breaker raises a brow at me, noticing my look toward Harris. I quickly look up, like the ceiling is the best thing in the place, making him snort, knowing what I'm up to. I hope they hurry up and leave so I can go home. Alone.
Breaker speaks up. "Is, uh, that your Mercedes being towed away?"
I furrow my brows as we all look out of the window, and yep, his car is being towed. He quickly gets up, dragging the tablecloth with him, spilling drinks and food everywhere, holding his hand up, shouting in a restaurant full of people, "Hey, hey! That’s my car!" leaving me sitting here with the flipping bill.
Awesome.
I grind my teeth, hoping I don't blow up as I recognize the devil logo on the tow truck, with Ted in the driver's seat. I look toward Smokey, who's placing a couple of bills on the table as the people in the restaurant watch Harris in shock.
"Seriously, Smokey," I hiss, "you have no right to do this!"
He turns his head my way, Breakers. "Oh fuck," just hitting my ears as Smokey's nose touches mine, anger shining in his eyes, making them brighter.
He sneers, "Listen here, Freckles. You’re fucking mine. You've been mine for two and a half years. Did I fuck up and not speak to you first—yes, I did, and I fucking regret it every day. But we both know that this here today is bullshit. I'm not fucking Smokey to you; I'm your Jonny, I'm your fucking man, and it's time you realized that, Livvy. It's been two fucking years, baby, and I'm done waiting for you to come to me, and my dick is hating my hand over the fucking years, and is done waiting for his tight, wet pussy."
My eyes widen at his insinuation that I know can't surely be true because of his ex and the shit she spews every day. He leans forward, pressing his lips to mine, shocking me, and in an instant, I melt. I can't help it. I stupidly kiss him back like the dumbass I am.
God, I have missed his lips, the feel of his cold lip ring against my skin.
He pulls back quicker than I'd have liked and smirks, making me swallow hard.
"You and I, get ready Freckles, we're happening again but, this time, it'll end with you moving in and my ring on your finger. Phil will be outside in five; I warned him what I was doing. See you soon, baby."
He kisses my head before leaving with Breaker, who salutes me.
My heart racing at his words, I try not to look around the restaurant as I grab my bag, leaving some more money on the table, feeling bad about the public drama.
This man owns my heart, yet he hurt me; he thought badly of me, though if things were different, I would have gladly given him a second chance by now. His ex-wife's pleading over the past few years comes to mind, making me realize I can't give him a chance; she says they've been in counseling for the past few years, that he's trying to get her back for cheating on him, that they want to try for a family.
She says he's using me, though a big part of me doesn't believe her, I know I can't chance his happiness.
"Please don't break our marriage. I know I shouldn't have cheated, but I lost our baby; he was grieving, I was grieving. This, with you, he's trying to punish me. Please."
I swallow hard, my eyes tearing up. He may say I'm his, but the pictures his has shown me week in and week out of them together prove differently. He's hers; he has always been, ever since high school.
I won't get in the way of that, even if it hurts me.
