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Fuck feelings and fuck love. Damn it all to fucking hell.
My doorbell rang. My gaze snapped to the door with a frown. It was probably Arjun coming back after release night. He was the only one I'd told I wouldn't be attending. No doubt he would regale me with tales of how amazing the night had been and how badly Jeff wanted to kill me.
I dropped the glass and bottle on the table and made it to the door, not even bothering to check the camera as I pressed the button to open the door.
All the blood rushed out of my face.
It was Felicity, but not the one I used to know. I'd seen her at the office and knew there was something different about her dress, but the woman standing before me was nothing like the one I had known three months before.
The black dress she wore clung to her body like a second skin, accentuating every curve and damn if they weren't mouthwatering. Her glasses were missing, but her eyes were a different color today, so it must be contacts.
And was that makeup? Jesus. If I thought she was beautiful before, then nothing prepared me for the absolute magnificence standing before me.
"Hey." Her heart-shaped lips were painted blood red, and I had to regulate my breathing to focus on doing something other than reaching forward and kissing her.
"What are you doing here?"
That was certainly better than “Do you want to go up to my room so we can fuck?”
She stared up at me. "I wanted to see you. To talk."
"To talk," I echoed. Dressed in that? No, she'd come with a fucking gun to a knife fight.
I sucked in a breath, blinking through the haze of arousal that had gripped me as I willed my cock to have some dignity.
Then I stepped to one side to let her pass. "Come in."
She walked in, leaving me behind to shut the door. Big mistake, because now I had a full view of her ass and felt my control chipping away at its roots.
My God. Women were dangerous. This one was danger personified.
In the living room, Felicity turned to face me without sitting. I kept my distance because I didn't trust myself to not do something stupid like reach for her so I could drape her across my knee and spank her for torturing me these three months.
"Before you say anything," she began, and I snapped my eyes from her breasts to look at her.
Is she even wearing a bra?
"I just want to say that I'm sorry."
That slapped me to reality. She was sorry?
"I felt unworthy of love," she went on, “and I didn't understand that I was holding on to the past while entirely jeopardizing my future." She sighed. "My father made me see that I can't let my past dictate my future. I'm sorry because I took out my frustrations on you. I wasn’t healed, and I was only bringing toxicity into your life. And for that, I'm deeply sorry."
Never in a million years did I imagine that I would be hearing these words. I didn't know what to think.
"I was unspeakably alone before you came into my life, Aaron,” she said, “I'm a designer, but everything was gray before you splattered yourself in colors, and made me believe that my fears were justified, yet misplaced." Her eyes watered, and a tear slipped down her cheek. "These past few months have been a necessary hell. I had to go through my healing process, and I had to do it alone, and I know I hurt you with my words and actions, but someone once asked me what I wanted, and I think I finally figured it out."
With weary steps, she closed the distance between us, keeping her eyes on me as she grabbed one of my hands. This close, I could count her lashes one by one. This fucking close, my heart was thundering in my chest, and I was terrified she could hear it.
"I love you, Aaron,” Felicity hushed. And then she smiled through her tears as if those words had been the easiest to say. "The thought of losing you scares the fuck out of me. When I didn't see you tonight, it occurred to me for the first time that I didn't want to live without seeing you every day. Without having you. God, when Arjun said you were thinking about quitting…"
I blinked. “Arjun said what?”
She looked up at me with confused eyes. "Arjun said your contract allows you to quit whenever you want and you were thinking of quitting."
I bit back a smile. I think I owed my buddy one or two drinks. Just for the heck of it. Not because he lied or anything.
I cleared my throat. "Uh…maybe. But you were saying you love me, so keep going with that."
