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“Babe,” I mutter, rapping my knuckle on the door. “Let me in.”
Nothing but more sobs.
“Do you want me to leave you alone for a bit? Do you need time to process this? Us?”
The crying gets louder.
“I’ll go and get Kaden. Just…try to relax. Take a hot shower. When I come back, we’ll talk about all this.”
Still no response other than her breakdown on the other side of the door. Guilt seeps into my every pore. Maybe I hurt her. Maybe I went too fast. Maybe she regrets being with me.
“Babe,” I choke out. “I should have gone slower. I…I fucked you when I should have made love to you. You deserve better than that.”
“That’s not… Y-You didn’t use a condom,” she rasps out between hiccups and tears. “What w-we did was reckless. I don’t even know w-who you’ve been with or if you’ve been tested lately.”
I lean my forehead against the door and squeeze my eyes shut. “You’re safe. You’ll always be safe with me.” I try the locked doorknob to no avail. “I was tested during my last routine checkup, but even still, you wouldn’t have to worry. I’m a virgin.” I bark out a laugh. “Was. I was a virgin.”
This makes her cry even more.
With a heavy sigh, I leave to pick up all her scattered clothes, using her T-shirt to swipe off the leftover cum on my stomach. The last thing Kaden needs to see is his aunt’s clothes all over the foyer. I then toss all her clothes in the laundry room before snagging my shirt up from the floor. After stalling long enough and realizing she’s not going to come after me or let me in, I leave to go get the kid.
This thing with Sloane is complicated and messy.
And worth every second, even the miserable ones.
Sloane
What’s wrong with me?
I treated him like he was a monster, even though for a short while when we were having sex, it was one of the best moments I’ve ever experienced.
Being with him felt right and good.
I’ve surely ruined it now.
I took a quick shower like he suggested and dressed at record speed. I’d heard voices when he and Kaden returned, but I was too chicken to speak to him. He tried to talk to me again through the door, but after me not answering, he finally left.
How did he get home?
Did Gemma follow him with their car?
I clutch my phone, desperately wanting to text him to make sure he made it home okay, but I can’t make myself do it.
He’s better off thinking I’m a heartless, cold bitch.
Dempsey needs a warm, vibrant, loving woman.
Not me.
Anyone but me.
To be fair, had I not dealt with the drama of Rhiannon and my family, things may have gone down differently between me and Dempsey. Our first time could have gone slowly and cherished as it should have been.
I treated him like a filthy whore.
I got the sex I desperately wanted and needed then sent him out the door without so much as a thank you or a kiss.
God, that was so wrong.
