My anger left me at his words, and I realised he wasn’t being a shit best friend—he was calling it like it was. He was right, and it hurt like hell to admit, but I had to. I sank back onto the end of the bed and exhaled heavily.
What a fucking mess.
“You’re right. She does,” I admitted.
Enzo shook his head and turned to the door.
He was leaving. Because even my best friend couldn’t stand to look me in the eye. I scrambled for something,anything, to say in my defence, but I had nothing.
“Can you tell her I love her? Please?” I requested, my throat tightening around the words.
Enzo's shoulders tensed. “Yeah.” Then he left, leaving me staring at the fire evacuation map on the motel door.
I grabbed my phone and texted Lila again, unable to stop myself.
Victor: Please talk to me. Please don’t think about divorce. Please.
Then I saw a message from Cami, and I wanted to throw the phone against the wall.
Cami: Baby, I know you’re probably mad, but now we can be together. Come and see me. xoxo
I stared blankly at the screen.
Now we can be together?
When had I ever said I was leaving my wife? We’d fucked a handful of times—that was it. Nothing more. I’d never promised her more either; she’d just expected it.
FLASHBACK:
“I don’t want to talk to you about my wife, Cam.” I huffed, my arm stilling around her slender waist. My time here was to forget about my marriage, not sit and talk about it.
It’s not fucking therapy.
Cami stared at me; her big blue eyes focused on me as she tilted my chin toward her.
“You said it yourself—you’re not happy.”
I exhaled and refused to look at her. This had nothing to do with her.
“Marriages aren’t perfect.”
“You don’t have to stay in it.” Cami stroked my jaw, gazing at me. “You seem happy when you’re here.”
I said nothing.
“You wouldn’t be here with me if you were happy.”
I said nothing in my marriage’s defence because she was right. Lila and I used to be solid. We were always happy. So why was I here?
Lila didn’t want sex anymore. It had been so many months since she’d let me touch her like that. Actually, therewasone time before I met Cami, when we drank too much wine and she let me near her for once. But the next day she avoided me like she’d had a bad one-night stand. She was always in a foul mood, and nothing I did made a difference. It was like she hated me.
I sighed heavily.
“You’re not old, Victor. I know you think you are, but you’re not. You deserve to be adored. I love adoring you.”
She kissed me then, and all thoughts of my marriage slid from my mind. Especially when her lips moved south, hertongue stroking my stomach as she went. Then she had me in her mouth, almost swallowing me whole.
“Fuck.”
