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Ijust let her be last night. It gave us both time to cool off and think about what happened. A lot went down; the tension between us was high. We both were heated and needed to sleep it off.
But now that it’s morning and the buzz of the whiskey has worn off, I’m feeling like even more of an ass for how I treated her last night. She didn’t deserve any of that.
I don’t know what’s wrong with me.
I usually don’t give two shits whether I hurt someone’s feelings, but that stupid fucking organ in my chest keeps aching. I keep thinking about the pain in her eyes before she fled from the office and again when we got home. I’ve never felt like this before, felt like a monster for being the asshole that I am.
We still have a lot of time left over this next year, so I might as well try to make this better. I don’t expect her to ever really forgive me, but we should probably get along for the most part, or this’ll be the longest year of our lives.
I’ll just apologize to her before Reilly and I head over to my mom’s for the day.
Apologize… That word has never been in my vocabulary until now. Tara’s making me do a lot of things I never thought I would. My father would be disappointed in me, but fuck him. He can’t do anything about it from the grave; he doesn’t control me anymore.
I throw on a pair of jeans and a black t-shirt, before slipping on my shoes and heading down the hall to Tara’s door. I knock loudly, knowing her bed is far enough away that it might be hard to hear. Yes, I actually knocked this time, instead of just barging in. I wait a few minutes, and listen for any kind of movement on the other side of the door. I knock again and again. Nothing.
Turning the knob, I push open the door. “Tara. You awake?”
Dead silence.
I walk through her little living room and knock on her bedroom door. Absolutely no sound from the other side. I crack the door a little, finding her bed made and empty.
For good measure, I check her bathroom, but come up empty.
She’s not here. Did she leave in the middle of the night?I know she came inside, but there’s no sign she was even here.
I search the whole house from top to bottom. Even the security room, office, Rush’s room, the garage. All the cars are here, so she didn’t take off in one of them.
Maybe her friends came to pick her up? No, I would know if they did. I would know if she left at all because the motion detector at the front gate would’ve alerted both me and Rush.
I could check the cameras, but that’s my last resort. Maybe Reilly saw her go somewhere. She has to be around, probably just hiding on a part of the property to get away from me.
I head out the back door, and look around the pool area for any sign of Tara. Still nothing. I head into the pool house to go ask Reilly, but his bedroom door’s locked. Huh, that’s weird. He never locks his door. I knock loudly, hearing a frustrated grunt on the other side. He’s never been a morning person, so I’m sure he’s planning my murder right now.
“Reilly, open up!”
I’m met with a sleepy groan. Fuck’s sake. I pull my keys from my pocket, using my spare to get in.
“Hey man, have you seen Tar—”
My question is answered. Everything around me goes fuzzy as I take in the sight in front of me. My eyes must be deceiving me.
My best friend is naked in bed with my wife.
They’re tangled up in the sheets, looking so fucking cozy together.
Heat floods my veins. My fists clench at my sides, trying to control the fury coursing through me. So much for apologizing to her. That ship has fucking sailed now.
Tara startles, sitting straight up with wide eyes. The blanket pools around her waist, exposing her bare tits to me. As much as my brain wants me to look down, I can’t. She has perfect tits, and I might just give in to them if I get a glimpse.
“Cover yourself up,” I snarl. My shock has now turned to anger. I told Reilly to stay the hell away from her. She’s fucking toxic. She’s clearly playing both of us right now, using my best friend to get back at me for pissing her off.
“Why? Afraid they’ll distract you too much?” Tara quirks, masking her shock with sassy jokes, like always.
I scoff. “Like I said last night, I find nothing about you attractive.” So instead of apologizing, I’m now doubling down on the disgusting lies I told her in the first place. That’s an asshole move, but I don’t care anymore. She brought this upon herself.
Tara rolls her eyes and quickly pulls the blanket up, giving Reilly a nudge. “Cohutta, wake up. We have a problem.”
She’s calling him by his first name. Isn’t that just cozy? How fucking sweet that she gets to call him that. Well, I guess based on the scene I’ve walked in on, it makes sense they’re on a first name basis.
