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“You have another suit exactly like it,” I remind him.
“Which is good, you fuck,” he swears, walking away with a groan. I turn back to look at Adora, where her eyes are locked on Magina’s dead body.
“You killed her.”
“Yes, betrayal is not an option.”
Her whiskey-colored eyes, the ones I dream about, stare back at me.
“I betrayed you.”
“That’s different.” I shake my head because the thought of hurting her sickens me.
“Why?” she asks, then holds up her hands. “Don’t answer that.”
“Because I don’t love Magina. But I do love you,” I tell her honestly.
“But you don’t want me.”
“I do. I very much want you,” I tell her.
“Not just for sex, Joey. You don’t want all of me, which includes a child.”
“I…”
“That’s what I thought. You can’t even say with certainty you do. I think it’s time we stop this merry-go-round and start with a clean slate.”
“What?” I’m sure I didn’t hear her correctly.
“No more contact. We can be exes. I’m going to visit your mother again and tell her I can’t come around anymore. I don’t want to risk running into you anywhere. I ask that you never come to my bookstore either.”
“I can’t do that,” I say honestly because that’s fucking impossible.
“Why?”
“Because you aremine.”
“Eventually, Joey, I will move on. And you won’t be the man in my bed or whose ring is on my finger. I deserve better, and you can’t give me that. So leave me alone.” She pushes past me and rushes out the door.
I don’t chase her.
I’m not even sure I should.
“Well, you sure as shit fucked that up again,” Lucas says, coming out with a new jacket on. “Not even I’m that stupid.” He laughs. “You like the kid, you love the woman, so work it the fuck out.” He looks down at the body on the floor. “Clean this up.”
“You fuckhead!” I growl, storm out, leaving him with the mess I created.
THIRTY-THREE
ADORA
Being in love isn’t all it’s cracked up to be, is it?
I never intended to fall in love with Joey, yet I fell anyway despite trying everything humanly possible not to. At the beginning of our marriage, I thought that if we could at least try to get along, it would make everything a whole lot easier. But it didn’t. It made it worse. Because I saw him—the real him. And I really, really enjoyed what I saw.
When I walked out of Lucas’ club, I didn't think he would follow after I asked him not to, but he did. He’s knocking on my door, and I won’t answer it. Jerome is asleep, and I don’t want to wake him.
Putting my back against my door, I say, “Go away, Joey.”
