“Good fucking luck!” She shoved me towards Milo, an evil grin on her face.
So much for the supportive best friend from earlier. Groaning under my breath, I faced Milo and closed the gap. “Um, Milo. What are you doing here?”
He smiled up at me. “I came to surprise you. Come here.”
I cringed when he reached for me and pulled me into a hug. “Milo, what the hell?”
An awkward silence fell over the crowd as they started to realize that it wasn’t a happy reunion. Milo looked around, the smile on his face frozen in place. “Don’t act like that, baby. I couldn’t stay away. You know I love you.”
I pushed his arms off of me and shook my head. “Milo, you shouldn’t be here. This isn’t okay.”
Finally understanding that I wasn’t going to play along, he cleared his throat and leaned closer to me. “Can we talk somewhere?”
I gestured to the flowers. “Sure. Do you need to clean this up first?”
“Jesus.” He muttered and then shrugged. “I thought you’d like them. They’re your favorite.”
I frowned and shook my head. “No, they’re not.”
Throwing his hands up, he looked around. “Fine. I don’t care what happens with them. These people can have them.”
Barely containing the urge to scream at him, I walked away from him into the bar. Standing in the back corner, I crossed my arms over my chest and waited for him to join me. As soon ashe did, I unleashed on him. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing? Why are you here? We’re not together, Milo. That pretty much kills your invitation to the wedding.”
“I don’t want to be broken up, baby. I miss you. The house isn’t the same without you.”
I snorted. “I’m sure it’s not. It was nice having a maid for two years, right? You’re wasting your breath being here, Milo. There’s nothing that would change my mind. I’m sorry you had to come all this way to hear that, but no thanks.”
“Sara. I know I messed up, but I truly am sorry. I just got caught up in something, but that’s all over now.” He tried to take my hand but I pulled away. “Please give me a chance to talk to you.”
“I’m not doing this. Especially at Macy’s wedding. You need to leave.” Frustration and shame were boiling just under the surface for me and I wanted to be a million miles away from him. Walking away, I didn’t look back. I just hurried through the resort, down to my room, and straight into my bed.
I barely got my shoes off before I crawled under the blankets and completely hid myself away. The unrequited fury I’d pent up for Milo was back, and I wanted to scream. How he’d thought showing up at Macy’s wedding was a good idea, I didn’t know. It was insanity. It was a wedding, not a chance for him to make a big display of himself.
I hadn’t thought about him at all, I realized. I’d been consumed with the guys. I’d been stressed and upset at times, but mostly just enamored and happy. They’d taken my mind off of everything, but there was Milo, dragging everything back out in an embarrassing manner.
Even that display showed how little he knew about me. I hated that kind of thing. I didn’t want to feel pressured to react a certain way in front of a crowd of people. I liked personalmoments. I liked romance and honesty, not whatever Milo had been attempting.
The nerve of him to show up after cheating on me in our bed! I wanted to march back down and tell him to go fuck himself. I was getting ready to do just that when a beep sounded at my door and Andrew let himself in.
He looked at me, in bed, and his shoulders slumped. His eyes moved around the room like he was looking for Milo and I realized he really was worried that I’d brought Milo to my room and climbed into bed with him. Milo wasn’t around, but Andrew was. He was going to get the brunt of my anger, it seemed.
“Are you seriously looking for him? In my room?” I threw the blanket back, revealing I was still in my clothes. “I’m not a slut, Andrew. I’m not just fucking everyone, even if it might seem that way. I told him to leave. I want nothing to do with him. You should know that.”
He shook his head and walked closer. “I was making sure you weren’t with Macy, Cupcake. I know you wouldn’t do that with that asshole.”
My anger deflated and I pulled the blanket over my head. “I’m so angry, Andrew. I want to push him off the mountain. I can’t believe he showed up here and did that. I’m mortified. I had to look like a jerk in front of everyone because he’s that selfish.”
I heard the rustling of clothes and looked up to see Andrew undressing. After his shirt was off, he grabbed his phone and tapped out a message before sliding it on top of my dresser. His belt slid free, and then he stepped out of his pants.
“What are you doing?” My body was already reacting to see him shirtless. It was hard to ignore the pull between us.
In just briefs, he walked closer and climbed into bed with me. Reaching over, he wrapped his arms around me and pulled meinto his chest. “We’re going to talk, but I just need to hold you. Warren’s bringing dinner later.”
I relaxed in his arms and sighed. “I’m just so angry. I haven’t thought twice about him since I’ve been here. I don’t care about him. I don’t want to see him. I just want him to fade into a distant memory.”
“He will. He’s not welcome here. We got rid of one asshole tonight. We can get rid of another.”
“Things are so much easier when I’m with you and Warren and Lucas. It feels so natural. How is that possible?”
