AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Chapter 15
Kincaid~
I had to give the guy credit. He’d made no effort to hide his car behind the building or a block over. Fox drove a silver Aston Martin DBS Superleggera Volante, and it was safe to say that he was the only person in Serenity Springs that had a car like that.
Now, while I hadn’t been bitter enough to demand a new code to the building’s front door, I had called a locksmith over to change the locks on my door after my conversation with Saxton this morning. While I believed that he never wanted to see me again, it was still the safest move to have my locks changed. Though not intentionally, he could easily lose my key somewhere now that its possession didn’t matter to him anymore.
So, the question was what was he doing here? He’d been blowing up my phone with texts, calls, and voicemails all day, but I had deleted them all without reading any of the texts or listening to any of the voicemails. He’d said that he never wanted to see me again, so I was doing my best to make that happen for him. I’ve hurt him enough without giving into the temptation of wishing he could forgive me.
Still, since I wasn’t a coward, I drove around the block until I made my way into the driving garage of my building. If Fox was here about those pictures, I could easily let him know that it was okay, and no one would hold it against him. I was good at what I did, so it wouldn’t be too difficult to hold onto my emotions until he left with the reassurance that they guys weren’t upset with him.
Bracing myself, I rode the elevator up to my floor, and just hoped that all hell didn’t break loose. That’s how things were between me and Fox. We felt so strongly about one another that nothing was done half-ass. Nothing was felt at a mediocre level. It really was all or nothing with us.
When the elevator doors slid open, I took a deep breath, then stepped out. My condo was at the end of the hall, but there was no mistaking the tall glass of angry water standing next to my front door. He was leaning against the wall, his arms over his chest, his face pure irritation.
Damn, he looked hot.
He decided to state the obvious when I started unlocking the door. “My key doesn’t work.”
I pushed the door open without remarking to the absurdity of his statement. Leaving the door open, so that he could follow behind me, I kicked off my shoes, then headed towards the kitchen. I needed a drink, and while I preferred something alcoholic, I needed to keep my wits about me with Fox here. The alcohol could wait until he left.
“Thirsty?” I asked because I didn’t want to toss rudeness into this equation if it wasn’t necessary. I was still reeling from everything Alexander had confessed, and I didn’t want to take it out on Fox.
“No,” he answered.
I grabbed one water from the fridge, cracked that puppy open, then drank half of it down. Savoring the coolness coating my throat, I counted to ten before facing the firing squad. Or since it was just one man, maybe the executioner.
“What are you doing here, Harrington?”
“Don’t,” he bit out, taking hard, purposeful steps my way until the counter separated us. “Don’t call me that.”
“What are you doing here?” I repeated, leaving out his name altogether.
“I didn’t hook up with that girl,” he said, and I couldn’t have been more surprised if he’d sprouted wings.
“What?”
“I didn’t hook up with that girl last night,” he repeated. “Her pictures were just wishful thinking.”
My face scrunched up in confusion. “Why are you telling me this? It’s none of my business who you sleep with.” It really wasn’t. I’d lost that right a long time ago.
His fist came down so hard on the granite that I wondered if he fractured something. “I didn’t fucking sleep with her,” he hissed. “And it is your business. Everything I do is your business.”
This back and forth wasn’t helping anyone. We were a mess, and it was time to put an end to it, once and for all. We were not good for each other. If nothing else, we had too much emotional baggage to pretend like we didn’t. I loved Fox. I loved him more than I ever thought possible, but I was so damn tired of hurting the guy. So, I found myself in one of those situations where you had to be cruel to be kind.
Looking into that beautiful hazel gaze of his, I said, “It’s really not. See, I don’t love you. I never did.” His entire body stilled. “You were just convenience dick, then and now. I don’t need or want you, because I have Saxton to get me through the hard times.”
Fox straightened to his full height. “Really? So, that’s what we’re doing?”
I had to grab the edge of the counter to stay focused. “Thought that’s what you believed?”
“I was angry,” he replied through clenched teeth. “I’ve been angry for three fucking years, Kincaid. To find out that you left me over something that you didn’t need to…well, that fucked me up, okay? Is that okay? Is it okay to give into your emotions? Because Lord knows you never do.”
It was true, but it wasn’t. I did give into my emotions. I just didn’t do it in front of an audience. Granted, it didn’t happen often, but it did happen. If Fox thought this was easy for me, he was very wrong. Nothing about any of this was easy.
“You don’t know anything about my emotions,” I told him.
“Because you won’t tell me,” he shot back. “Because you don’t trust me with them.”
