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“What the fuck?!” she exclaims.
“Ava, let’s just get a cab. Let me explain.”
“I’m not going anywhere with you! Why would you tell him that?! And don’t you dare pretend you don’t know what I’m talking about!”
“Ava, you don’t know guys like that. Kennedy is—”
“Exactly like you?” she yells, and my heart sinks hearing her thoughts about me spelled out so viciously. “How could you do this to me, Jackson? I trusted you!”
“I know, Ava; I snapped. I know I shouldn’t have said what I said but—”
“He told me you said I was yours.” Her eyes water. “But I’m not. Not even close.”
False, Ava. You and I both know that’s false.
“Ava, I’m sorry,” I tell her sadly. I wish she would just get in the car so I could explain. “I know I shouldn’t have said it.”
She shakes her head and looks back toward the club. “He didn’t believe you anyway. But… it still hurt.”
“I said it because I was hoping…,” I trail off. “I want to…” I clear my throat. “I want to be your first.”
She snorts. “Oh really? Whynow? Is it because you’ve met Kennedy, and you see he’s actually interested in me? You don’t want to fuck me, but you don’t want anyone else to have me either? Is this some shit you cooked up with Tucker to keep guys away from me?”
The sexual frenzy flooding my body as it thought about having sex with Ava is brought to a halt when she mentions her brother. I’ll deal with Tucker later. One Remington at a time. And frankly, the only one I care about at the moment is the feisty brunette whom I desperately want.
“Ava, it’s not about that. Fuck Kennedy. He’s not the right guy for you. He doesn’t deserve you. You don’t want to get mixed up with a guy like that.”
“Oh, butyoudeserve me? You didn’t want to fuck me, remember?”
“I NEVER said that,” I snap.
“Well it’s too late now anyway. Not after this.”
“Ava…,” I trail off.
She backs up slowly, and I resist the urge to reach out for her, knowing she wouldn’t want me to touch her. “Just go home, Jackson.”
“You’re staying?”
“Kennedy has never deceived me about who he is, Jackson.Youhave.”
I call after her, but she doesn’t turn back around. I go to follow her when the same asshole bouncer from earlier puts his hand out.
“Hold on, lover boy.” He stops me.Oh, what the fuck? This shit again?“One-fifty.”
“You’re fucking with me, right? You saw I just came out of there.”
He shrugs. “No re-entry. Besides, doesn’t seem like that girl wants anything to do with you. Let it go before I have to call the cops.”
“You don’t understand, she’s my—”
“Whatever she is, she doesn’t want to talk to you right now, and I’m not in the mood to deal with a lover’s quarrel or whatever it is you two have going on. So, let her cool off and go home.”
I furrow my brow, wondering when this glorifieddoormanbecame a fucking therapist. I huff and move toward the sea of taxis waiting for the drunk people to leave the club at last call.
Ava, I’m sorry.
I text her, although I know I won’t get a reply. I’m shocked when she responds immediately.
