AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Sure, that sounds wonderful.”
I could really, really do with someone like Max’s opinion. Consulting with someone with his expertise and experience could really open up avenues I haven’t fully explored. The thought of possibly being a contender for next year’s ceremony doesn’t seem as farfetched as it once was.
“Splendid. I’ll ask Alex and Madison along also, if you don’t mind? I’m sure they’ll find your research fascinating.”
The moment her name passes his lips, I pray and plead that it’s another Madison and notmyMadison. Because if it is her, she no doubt saw me chatting up the server ten minutes ago.
“Is that okay?” he asks when I don’t speak.
“Yes, yes, of course, that’s fine,” I reply, subtly looking around the room.
“Brilliant. Well, tomorrow around eight thirty it is, then,” he says, patting my shoulder. “Have a lovely evening.” He winks when my overly helpful server arrives with my food.
The moment he turns his back, I frantically scan the room, and when my gaze locks with a familiar pair of stunning green eyes, I don’t know whether to cry in relief or just damn cry.
This is bordering on becoming ridiculous. Some may call our coincidental meetings fate, serendipity bringing two people together. But I call it a curse because every time I see her, it’s a constant reminder of what I’ve lost.
She looks just as I remember her, but a billion times better. She looks intoxicating in a low-cut, flowing dress, which accentuates her amazing body. I don’t care that I’m staring because even if I wanted to look away, I couldn’t. I’m still mesmerized by her, even though her running and screaming for the hills was a sure sign she doesn’t feel the same.
“Doctor?” the server says, snapping me out of my stupor.
Madison cocks a daring brow, and I’m so busted. She so saw me flirting with the blonde, and I suddenly wished I’d stuck to my original thought of focusing on work instead of getting laid.
“Thank you,” I reply with a strained smile and take a seat in the booth.
She places my meal on the table and bends low, her loose-fitting tee revealing the tops of a pair of amazing breasts. But it’s not her breasts I want. The breasts I want are sitting feet away from me, eyeballing the shit out of me.
“So I’m really looking forward to tonight,” she says, placing my bill on the tabletop.
Even though Madison can’t hear the exchange, I still squirm in my seat, feeling like a right royal bastard for encouraging this situation in the first place.
“Um, about that,” I say with a sigh. “It’s not going to happen.”
“What?” she replies, taken aback by my honesty.
I could lie, but what would be the point?
“Yes, I’m sorry. I really shouldn’t have accepted this in the first place.” I reach into my pocket, pulling out the piece of paper with her number on it. “Here,” I say, offering it to her.
Thinking this is some kind of game, she says, “Keep it. You might change your mind.”
I shake my head. “I won’t.” And to prove my point, I rip the piece of paper in half and deposit the tattered pieces on the table.
I know my actions are harsh, but it’s best to be blunt, and by the server’s gaping mouth, my actions have been heard, loud and clear.
“Okay, well, your loss,” she defensively says and walks off in a huff.
Sighing, I look down at my meal and push it away, as I’ve suddenly lost my appetite. The only thing I’m craving is sitting feet away from me, and I don’t know what to do. Raising my eyes, I see that Madison is no longer at her table. I’m not sure why I just refused free, easy sex because God knows, I haven’t refused it this past month. But seeing Madison has just brought home the fact that I need to kick a habit—her.
Seeing Dixon after so long was exactly how I predicted it to be—a damn disaster.
My heart sped up the moment I saw him enter the restaurant, looking totally at ease and owning the room with his confidence and poise. However, my heart began racing for an entirely different reason, and that reason was the blonde server who zeroed in on him the moment he entered the room. Jealousy like I’ve never experienced before hit me so hard I had to excuse myself and take a breather in the bathroom before I did something I regretted, like claw out her eyes.
When I returned, I saw him openly flirt with her and look like a pig in shit when she gave him her number. But why should I care?Iwas the one who ran out on him like an insane personwhen he did nothing wrong.Iwas also the one who told him I could never see him again without explaining why I had such a sudden change of heart. AndIwas the one who told himhewas a mistake, which was a total lie.
Honestly, I couldn’t tell him why I freaked. It’s not something I want to share with anyone, but a small part of me does with Dixon, and that’s what scares me the most. Feeling nothing but kindness and tenderness in his touch showed me that maybe, just maybe, I have a second chance at living a normal life.
But then I went and screwed it up.
