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When I take a step back away from him, that’s all the answer he needs.
“That’s what I thought. If I’m not good enough to fuck, then I’m not good enough to have whatever meaningful conversation you want us to have tonight.”
“Sex isn’t the answer to our problems, Cooper.”
“Maybe not. But it sure would be nice if my girlfriend didn’t flinch every time I touched her. Don’t think I didn’t notice earlier. If that isn’t a red flag that you have someone else fucking with your head, then I don’t know what is.”
When I refuse to give Cooper’s accusation any merit, he picks up his bag again and opens the door.
“I’ll text you the hotel’s name once I’m settled. And if I don’t hear anything from you by tomorrow, I’ll return to New York. Maybe a few weeks of radio silence will make you realize I’m the best you’ll ever get. Just like I know you’re the only woman for me. Goodnight, Charlotte.”
And just like that, he leaves.
I’m so angry that I could hit him.
Just who does he think he is? And how could he talk to me like that? Like he owned me?
As if I were property?
ARGH!
I run to my bedroom and then head directly to the ensuite, all the while rushing to take my dress off, hoping that a hot shower will wash this disastrous night off my body. I’m still fuming when the scalding water hits me, the heat instantly relaxing my tense muscles. I let the water beat down on my skin, relieving the strain in my neck and shoulders and easing the soreness of my facial muscles from having to fake a smileall night. I stay under the comforting stream and just enjoy the silence it brings until my fingertips begin to prune.
It’s only when I step out of the shower, wipe away the steam in the mirror, and look at my reflection that reality strikes me—I cheated on my boyfriend tonight. And what’s worse, I’m not sure I won’t do it again.
Every accusation Coop made tonight was true.
It hurt that Coop could accuse me of such a thing, but what moral did I have to deny it?
Too much was left unsaid tonight, but omitting the fact that I kissed Nate feels more like a betrayal than any cruel and mean word Coop could have ever said to me.
I’m not that girl.
I’m not a cheater.
And I’m not the kind of woman who kisses her clients just to make herself feel better.
It’s not fair to Cooper.
It’s not fair to Nate.
And it’s not fair to me.
I’m not sure Coop and I will survive this, but until I can decipher my true feelings for Nate, I can’t string him along and offer him hope where there might not be any.
That is, of course, if he even cares.
Maybe I’m giving our kiss too much weight to it. Perhaps he was too drunk to even remember it was me whom he kissed in that dark hallway.
Maybe.
Maybe.
Maybe.
My life has been plagued with too many maybes lately, and it’s time I took some decisive action about my own life.
I wrap a towel around me and leave the ensuite to find the red clutch that holds my phone. I take it out and start pressing keys.
