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What if I somehow tipped Max off? What if I hadn’t hidden my feelings deep enough? What if he knows?
His midnight eyes flicked back to mine, and the corners tightened while the muscle in his jaw protruded.
I knew I needed to look away, to not act like I was caught in some kind of web, but I couldn’tnotstare at what could be my entire life crumbling before my eyes.
My breath hitched, and he tore his eyes away. Panic gripped my throat in a choke hold, trying to snuff out all rational thought. His movements were jerky compared to his lazy, predatory way as I watched him stalk over to one of the occupied stools at the counter.
Perched on it was a girl with blond hair. His wide palm splayed out on the counter in front of her as his body leaned in. I saw the top of her head tilt when she looked up, and I knew he was speaking.
The thudding of my heart was slow and heavy, the inside of my chest bruised. Max pushed off the counter and shifted back enough for the blonde to stand, and then he caught her around the wrist—just like he had me just minutes before—and practically hauled her around the corner toward the bathrooms.
I stared into the empty space they’d left behind so hard my vision started to blur.
“Did he seriously just pick up some girl at the counter and haul her into the bathroom for a quickie?”
My eyes flung to Kruger so fast a wave of nausea slapped me hard, sloshing half my dinner up my throat.
Kruger shook his head as he smirked. “That’s some game.”
“It’s the Harley. And the leather,” Prism quipped.
A broken sound sliced my throat like a shard of glass.
Jamie smacked Kruger in the back of the head, making the guy nearly thump his forehead on the table. “Ow! What the fuck, Jamie?”
“Not cool, bro. Hella not cool,” Jamie intoned.
Kruger reached up to rub the back of his head, and the heavy weight of Jamie’s and Ryan’s eyes made the backs of mine burn.
“Bro…” Jamie started, his voice low and all too knowing.
If I was so transparent that they saw, then yeah, Max likely had too.
And he was so disgusted he pulled a girl he didn’t even know into the diner bathroom to let everyone—me—know where he stood.
“I, ah, have to go,” I said, not even bothering to ask Prism to move, instead leaping over the back of the booth into the empty one behind me to scramble out onto the floor. “I’ll see you guys at practice tomorrow.”
“Wes,” Ryan called.
I didn’t stop, rushing toward the door and out into the night. The air was so cold my eyes started to water immediately, but I ignored it, rushing to my BMW to throw myself behind the wheel. The sound of the engine turning over didn’t cover the sob that finally broke out of my throat, but it didn’t matter because I was the only one who heard it.
I was the only one who knew just how badly I fucking hurt.
Comforting me for less than five minutes had been so awful he found the first available fuck and was currently screwing her in the bathroom.
Another moan broke free, and my watering eyes leaked some more. I threw the car into reverse and backed out of the spot. He hated those minutes of comfort so much he had to get them off him as fast as he could.
And me?
I clung to them helplessly, using them for comfort against the heart-shredding pain he caused.
Maybe I should have walked into the bathroom and watched. Maybe then I would break enough to stop caring. To stop loving.
A shuddering breath rocked my chest, making my hands spasm on the steering wheel as I drove down the street. I glanced down at the speedometer, but my vision was blurry as if I were staring through rain-drenched windowpanes.
Swiping my eyes with the back of my hand, I focused back on the road, recoiling when a car in the other lane appeared, headlights so bright I was nearly blinded.
Lifting my arm again, I tried to shield my eyes as visions of Max with his pants around his knees and the scent of leather filling the air as he pounded into a soft, warm body assaulted me.
