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I looked up at the guy, and I knew that I needed to get away from him as soon as possible. My feelings were still hurt, but worse, I was self-aware enough to recognized that hurt feelings meant that I still had feelings for him, and I didn’t need that crap in my life. He might be the best sex that I’ve ever had, but great sex wasn’t everything. Plus, I wasn’t stupid enough to let someone burn me twice. Though I hadn’t experienced any of it firsthand, my mother giving my father second, third, fourth chances had been enough to teach me a harsh lesson about second chances.
“Save your apology, Ross,” I told him. “I’m good. No hard feelings.”
He knew I was lying.
It was there in his eyes.
“Sutton-”
“Seriously,” I lied again. “It’s been months. I’m fine. Again, no hard feelings.”
“You’re lying,” he accused, those blue eyes looking right through me.
I straightened my back, though my five-foot-four was no match for his six-foot-one. “If I’m lying, then it’s for a reason, Ross,” I countered. “And that reason could only be that I don’t want or need your apology. It could also be argued that I’m lying, so that you’ll leave me alone.” His eyes flashed. “So, whether I’m telling the truth or not, the end result is the same. I’m pretty sure that we’re done here.”
“I get that I’m in the wrong here, Sutton,” he said, ignoring everything that I just said. “But if you give me a chance to explain-”
“I don’t want an explanation from you, Ross,” I told him, my voice cracking a bit with the betrayal of my emotions. “I don’t want an apology, an explanation, anything. There’s no point to it.”
“Sutt-”
“We fucked for two weeks, then stopped,” I coldly recapped. “No one needs an apology or explanation for that.”
“Sutton?”
I turned to see Delta, and I’d never been so grateful for divine intervention in all my life.
Chapter 7
Ross~
Ihad to keep reminding myself that I was the one with the reputation for being patient, but it was hard. However, Delta approaching Sutton had been the best thing for the situation.
Because I was pissed.
It wasn’t that I didn’t deserve her cold response, but there was no way we’d been just fucking. It’d been more than that, and Sutton knew it. She could be mad at everything else but reducing what we’d had to fucking for two weeks had struck me wrong.
Storming around the corner of the Wexler building, anger was blinding me enough that I almost ran Fox down in the middle of the hallway.
“Whoa,” he rushed out.
I stopped, then took a step back. “Oh, hey…sorry.”
His dark brows shot upward. “Is everything okay?”
“Why do you ask?”
The bastard smirked. “Because you look mad as fuck, Ross.”
I let out a deep breath as I adjusted my book bag. “That’s probably because I am,” I admitted.
A knowing brow arched coolly. “There’s only one thing that can put that look in a man’s eye, and it’s a female,” he remarked.
I didn’t have a lot of friends. Sure, I had a million acquaintances, but no real friends. When your last name was Carmichael, you always had to be on the lookout for users and manipulators, and there were too many of them to weed out from the rest. Plus, before Banks had gone off the deep end, he’d been my best friend. He probably still was, but our lives were completely different at the moment, and I didn’t trust him. I loved him, but I didn’t trust him.
Being in The Order forced a sort of camaraderie, and even if it hadn’t, Fox Harrington had a solid reputation. Though we were all ruthless to some extent, we weren’t corrupt. We still exercised integrity, even if it was through our own skewed vision. Fox Harrington didn’t have a reputation for gossiping, so I saw no reason not to confide in him.
“Do you know Sutton Hadley?” I asked.
