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Chapter 18
Cash
“YoudorealizeI’mnot actually your therapist, right?” Frank says with a perturbed quirk of his brow. I take a weak swing at him and he dodges left out of my reach.
“You’re not even trying,” I retort, throwing another punch and hoping he’ll finally toss one my way.
“Why couldn’t she just answer my question?” I grunt as I swing at him again.
Frank bounces around the ring and I stop chasing him. “Why did you feel the need to ask the question?” he asks.
“You do realize you’re not actually a therapist, right?” I quip.
Frank rounds his way toward me and pops me right in the chest. I fall back and grunt in surprise. “Answer the question,” he says as he readies his arm to hit me again.
No longer wanting to feel that strong arm against my cheek, I hold up my hands defensively. “Because I wanted to go out.”
“But why?”
“Because I’m sleeping with her, and I wanted her to spend the night with me.”
“But why?”
“Because I…I don’t know.”
“Well, is this going somewhere? Would going to dinner have led to something more?”
I glare at him. He knows fucking is all I can do with Grace. I can’t let go of her, but I can’t move forward either.
“What the hell, Frank? Whose side are you on?”
His nose flares and he looks down at me. “Why are you sleeping with her, Cash? Answer those questions and then you’ll have your damn answer.”
“Why can’t you just tell me,” I grunt as I bite the Velcro of my glove, slipping it off my right hand.
"Because you know the answer. You’re just too fucking stubborn to admit it.”
“You think I want her back?”
Frank shrugs. “Do you?”
“I don’t trust her.”
“That wasn’t my question.”
“She betrayed me.”
He raises his eyes and stares me down.
“Being with her would be a betrayal of Chase and Carter. She destroyed their lives.”
“And don’t forget about your company,” Frank reminds me. Like I need the reminder.
“Exactly. She’s selfish and didn’t think of anyone when she agreed to that interview. And now she’s dating Hayden…she barely waited a month before she started dating again. I couldn’t have meant that much to her.” The admission pinches my chest, and I grab hold of it, massaging my fingers roughly into my skin, as if that will stop the pain.
“You have no idea who she’s dating. All she said is she wouldn’t date you,” he says as he shoots me a look. It’s afuck youif I’ve ever seen one.
“I don’t know why I talk to you. I came here in a good mood. And now you’re making me miserable again. All I was saying is I don’t know why she can’t give me an answer. I hate waiting around for her to text when she wants her next booty call. I hate that she has all the cards here.”
