Page 27 of Ravaged By Lust

“It’s way too late to have a conversation, Bishop, about anything.”

“How about a kiss, then? Surely, that will change your mind. I know you still want me.” I shake my head at his outrageous comment. “Give me another chance, Chloe.”

Never.

Not even if he’s professing his desire like this.

“You always had a flair for the dramatic, Bishop,” I retort. “I’ve seen this story play out a million times before. Just because we once had a history doesn’t mean you can simply slip back into my life.”

There’s a moment of silence between us. I look around at the dark LA streets, trying my best to avoid eye contact with this man who won’t just… let go.

He doesn’t want to admit defeat. Typical Bishop.

“You are still living in Crystal River?” he asks me.

I scrunch up my face at him, dreading what he means. “What’s wrong with that?”

“Oh, nothing,” Bishop replies. “How is that town? It’s been a long time since I was last home.”

“Things don’t change back home. People still remember the ones who were asswipes, even if they’ve gone on to become world famous musicians.”

“Don’t forget incredibly rich.”

“No, how could I forget that?”

“Are you in Los Angeles because of your viral video?” he asks me.

“Mind your own business.”

“I saw it,” he says softly. “I liked it.”

“Good for you.”

Bishop smirks again. “You know that I’ll do anything to change your mind. Anything you want to do in bed.”

The app pings me to say the taxi is reaching this street. I pick up my guitar and wheel my luggage close to me, ready.

“Don’t beg, Bishop,” I say. “It’s not becoming of you.”

“I know what I want, and I’m going to get it, Chloe. It’s only a matter of time. You can feel the sparks between us just as I do.”

“You’re just gonna have to rely on your fantasies to do that job for you,” I say. “My cab is here, and I’m going to go.”

I brush past the man towards the taxi, waving to Drake through his tinted window as I walk by.

“Chloe…”

Bishop’s going to try and stop me, I know.

But I interrupt him before he gets the chance.

“Goodbye forever, Bishop. I really hope I never see you again. See? You lose this time.”

I get into the taxi and shut the door. We pull away.

I fall into the temptation of swiveling in my seat to look behind me. Bishop is just standing there on the curb, watching me leave with a blank expression.

He’s never going to give up.