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He looked more than fine, but I wasn’t going to tell him that. Obviously this effort had been pointless. What had I expected? Really? After how I’d shut him off, had I expected that he’d roll out the red carpet?
Sighing, I felt the heavy weight on my shoulders. I had wasted time for nothing. “You’re right. You’re okay. Sorry that I even bothered and interrupted your busy evening.”
I spun around, almost running to the door, holding my breath until I was safely out of sight. Maintaining myself long enough not to cry was becoming increasingly more difficult by the second.
If I broke down now, I had no one to blame except me. Besides, why did I feel the urge to cry? It wasn’t as if I was in love with Greyson. I wasn’t, yet the sadness that consumed me was crippling.
What was going on? I was asking myself the very question when Jet found me again, blinded with tears.
“Hey.” He pulled me against him. “Hey… it’s okay. Breathe,” he coached as I tried to keep my tears at bay. If they fell, I wouldn’t ever forgive myself for crying in the arms of Greyson’s best friend. “You’re safe.” He soothed my back. “Let it all out.”
That was all it took; I crumbled, as much as I didn’t want to. The second I heard his understanding, friendly voice, I was a goner.
Jet led us into his bedroom as I let my frustrations out.
The thing was, however, that one tear wasn’t enough.
I was crying a fucking river.
CHAPTER23
Liv
A loud thud,a man yelling, and something being smashed was how I woke up.
I was beyond startled, scrambling out of bed as I attempted to make sense of everything that was happening.
Greyson had pinned Jet against the wall and was choking him with both of his hands, screaming in his face. “You fucking piece of shit! I should’ve known!”
Jet wasn’t fighting for himself, either. Why the fuck wasn’t he fighting him off? He could die… Grey’s hold on his neck looked like he was about to kill him.
“Please, stop,” I squeaked as I ran towards them, hoping to break them apart, but Greyson wasn’t paying attention to me. I had to punch and kick him before I finally got his attention.
And when I did… I wished I hadn’t. Because not only was he looking at me with hate, but he was also looking at me with pure disdain, like I was the worst thing that he’d ever seen.
“You fucking slept with my best friend!You fucking slut!” he hissed at me, fuming. His eyes looked wild, as if he was ready to choke the life out of me, too.
I flinched as if he had slapped me. I had been sober last night. Nothing had happened between Jet and I. “Nothing happened, Grey. I swear.”
My glance shifted to Jet, hoping he’d back me up, but he was still staring at Grey, looking at him in a different light. “I thought you said you didn’t care about her; that what she does is none of your business.”
What the hell? Why wasn’t he helping? He was making the situation worse.
I yelped as if in pain, “Nothing happened. We were just talking—”
“Get your shit; I’m taking you home,” he addressed me before glancing back at Jet, still infuriated. “You and I aren’t fucking done. We’ll settle this later today,” he said through gritted teeth.
I barely managed to get my purse before he swiped me off the floor and carried me out of there. “Put me down! I need my shoes.” I was trying to kick him, but he held my legs with a tight hold. The more I tried to wiggle out of his hold, the more he grunted.
“Try to move one more time and I swear to God I will bend you over and spank you until your ass is red,” he threatened as we moved past the garden.
He wasn’t joking, and much to my embarrassment, I kept still, knowing that he was just as angry as I was.
After last night, I had vowed to never think of him, yet that was becoming difficult since the man in question was holding me tight with my tiny, jean-clad ass inches away from his face.
Once we arrived at Jet’s now-empty driveway, he reached in his pocket and deactivated his car alarm before dumping me on the passenger seat. He even made sure I was buckled securely before going over to his side of the car.
Without glancing at me, he revved up the engine. If three minutes had been my mark from the house to Jet’s, Greyson made it in over one and a half minutes. The guy was a maniac in the street.
