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That’s what he’d wanted. He had wanted to be able to explain things. Smooth over any misunderstandings. And he’d been denied that.
So he’d denied her the same thing.
Was that irony?
He hated it.
He wished he could go back and give her a chance to…
Hm.
But that’s not how things worked. Going back was never an option.
His phone pinged several times and he rolled over to pick it up.
The first text was from Max. He didn’t read it.
He got off the floor and went into the kitchen to get a glass of water. He passed the red binder on the way and shame sucked the air out of his lungs again.
He looked back at his phone as another text came through. And then the screen lit up with Sabine’s face because she was calling him.
He dropped his phone and tried to catch it with his foot like a hacky sack. But he kicked it and it hit the corner of the wall.
He went to retrieve it and the screen was shattered.
That sucked.
What was he supposed to do after that?
He didn’t have another phone.
There was nothing in the binders about what to do if he busted his phone during a holiday when everyone who did regular things for him was gone.
Because not only could he not function like a normal human being, but he was too famous to walk into a store and get a new phone set up. It would be a circus.
And a circus was fine when he was in the mood for a circus.
Which he was not.
All he wanted was to be able to… think.
He drank the water and went back to the living room where he sank back into his misery on the floor. He didn’t deserve to be comfortable.
He deserved the floor.
He woke up sometime later and the sun was up again.
Time was weird for him, but he was pretty sure it was Christmas Eve.
They could’ve been on a yacht, drunk and tan, but no, she had to be perfect. She didn’t want him for his money. She just wanted to be with him.
And he’d overreacted.
He knew he’d overreacted, but he couldn’t figure out where he’d gone wrong. Every time he tried to re-examine the moment he’d walked into his condo, all of his thoughts swirled and piled on top of one another. Every single one acting like it was the most important one, until he was overwhelmed and exhausted.
More than once he reached for his phone to call Leslie or Max and then remembered his phone was busted all to hell.
How was he supposed to fix that?
