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She didn’t call. She didn’t text.
After all that…we’d gone right back to what we were.
There was no chance she didn’t understand my intentions. She simply didn’t want me.
Was there someone else?
It hurt. It hurt a lot more than being stabbed.
I was a proud man, and if I was ever rejected, I took it without objection. Didn’t pine. Didn’t beg. Just accepted defeat with my head held high.
But I couldn’t accept this—not without an explanation.
So I went to her apartment, the nice one I’d bought her, and knocked on the door. I’d stopped surveilling her a long time ago, knowing she had the right to live her life without my intrusion, so I didn’t know if she was home. I didn’t know where she slept at night. I didn’t know if a man would open the door.
Thankfully, it was her.
She was barefoot, in jeans and a top. She wore the same look as the last time I saw her, not the least bit happy to see me.
We stared at each other for a long time, the threshold between us.
I broke the silence. “Can I come in?”
“Yeah…sure.” She moved out of the way.
I stepped into her apartment, tones of gray, black, and white. A classy place that only the rich could ever attain. I moved into the living room, which had floor-to-ceiling windows that showed the city below.
She followed me, arms crossed over her chest. “How are you feeling?”
“Fine.” The pain of my wound didn’t compare to the pain I felt when she walked out.
Cold. Distant. Empty. That’s all she was.
“Do you regret your decision?”
Her eyes lifted and found mine, narrowing in silent protest.
“Because it seems like you want nothing to do with me.” It hurt to say those words out loud, because I was afraid she would agree. She should have let her father kill me. She couldn’t carry the guilt of her actions. She couldn’t look at me and not hate herself.
“Of course I don’t.”
“Then why?”
“Why what?”
“Why don’t you want me?”
She didn’t say anything.
I gave her more time, but nothing was forthcoming.
“Is there someone else?” I didn’t want to imagine it. Some other man having my woman because I was too late.
“No.”
“Are you lying?” The question tumbled out, more aggressive than I intended.
Her eyes widened at my ferocity. “No.”
