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“Fuck no. We were hurt, but not that hurt. We would never have done that. How can I make this up to you, Pretty Girl?” he asks with pleading eyes. “How can I show you or tell you that I’m sorry? That I believe every word you said.” Rad’s grip tightens on me as he lays his forehead against mine and closes his eyes with a deep, heavy sigh. “I lost you once because of my stupidity, but I will make up for it with every fiber of my soul.”
With a labored breath, I turn my head forcefully, trying to remove his grip from mine. The warmth of his body wraps me in a hug, and something screams in the back of my mind for me to stay there, stay under him and enjoy his presence. But the hurt I feel bubbling up and wanting to come out in tears has me retreating inside myself. As I stare at the plain white wall, with my ex-lover on top of me, begging me to forgive him for his indiscretions, I shake my head.
“It’s too late, Rad,” I say in a shaky voice, barely above a whisper. “There’s nothing you could do now to make up for what you did. The only reason you will ever stay in my life is because of Lyric. She needs her fathers, and that’s all you’ll ever be. I don’t forgive you,” I whisper, holding in the hurt I feel with every word I say. It’s not that I don’t believe them. I do. I believe every word I say. “You hurt me too badly.”
Our relationship isn’t fixable. Asher, Rad, Callum, and Kieran will only be her four fathers. We will co-parent, and we will coexist together for the next six months for the sake of their jobs, but I will never put my heart on the line ever again and have them eviscerate it by walking away. If they did it once, what’s stopping them from doing it again?
“I understand, Pretty Girl. But you think I’m going to give up because you said that it will never happen again? Seriously, you don’t remember who I am. At all. I am Ashton Radcliffe the Third. And I go after what I want. I will make this up to you. I will follow you to the ends of the earth on my hands and knees and bleed for you until you’re back in my arms just like this. Mark my words. One day soon, you, my Pretty Girl, will be mine again. Oh, and also scream my name. But we’ll get to the sexy stuff once I prove myself.” With reluctance, Rad peels himself off my body and sits back on his heels. With a grin, he lets his naked body hang out without shame.
I groan, covering my eyes and removing myself from the wet sheets. What a bad fucking idea water was. Next time, I’ll get more creative with cymbals or something loud and disruptive.
Somehow after our conversation, I feel a little lighter, knowing that Rad believes me. Something in my gut tells me that they were lied to. They had no knowledge of Lyric like that bitch had said. They seemed highly offended when I mentioned restraining orders. Rad is right, something does fucking stink about the situation. But until I know the whole truth, I can’t make any sort of judgment.
“Oh, come on, Pretty Girl. You act like you’ve never seen it before. Just wait. One day soon, when you forgive me, I will make up for everything; you’ll be down for the Rad ride.” He wiggles his brows with an adorable grin plastered on his face.
“Nope. Never going to happen, Rad,” I say, groaning when I stand up on jelly legs, feeling miserable in the wet clothes. “You might want to change your sheets and let your mattress air out.” I wave a hand in his direction, only earning myself a chuckle. I feel his eyes burning into me when I turn my back, and his fingers brush across my shoulders, removing the hair from my neck.
“Oh yeah, Pretty Girl. I’ll definitely have to air out this mattress. I need to get it ready for all the nasty stuff we’re going to do on it. Just you wait,” he says, placing a soft kiss on my shoulder and then slowly backing away.
“Oh God, get dressed,” I groan again.
“I meant what I said,” he says, rifling around in a drawer somewhere in the room. Grunting, the sound of elastic snapping against skin and clothes rustling offers me a reprieve from his naked flesh. Turning, I stare at him as he pulls his tight-fitting black band shirt over his head and grins. “I will fight for you every step of the way.” I raise a brow when he wraps his arms around me like he has the damn authority to do so. “Bring on the fight,” he whispers, slapping my ass, and then walks away.
“What the hell, Rad!” I yelp, rubbing a hand over my butt cheek. “I am your boss!” I hiss, smacking his shoulder when we exit the room.
“Yes, bossy lady. You sure are. And you’re my girlfriend. That ass is mine and…”
“I forgot how annoying you were. Now, go! All of you!” My voice carries through the room, finally getting another response as another door opens.
Kieran steps out with a scowl. “The fuck you wet for?” he grumbles, running a hand through his dark hair.
I blow out a breath, getting ready to open my mouth.
“She was in my bed, that’s why!” Rad shouts, quickly moving down the stairs and onto the main floor. Turning slowly from the bottom, he gives me a megawatt grin, seeming happier than he’s ever been in my presence since we reunited.
“Rad,” I growl in warning, earning a chuckle before he disappears, running downstairs.
“Why’re you here?” Kieran grunts. “And already in his bed?” He raises a stupid judgmental eyebrow, looking me up and down with a wrinkled nose.Prick.
“Did no one else remember that Monday, mandatory band practice begins? Was I talking to brick walls?” I ask, crossing my arms over my wet shirt.
“Right,” he grunts, shoving away and waltzing down the stairs. “You should know your shirt is see-through,” he quips, showing his humor for the first time in my presence.
“I swear by the time this six months is up, I’m going to murder them,” I mutter to myself just as their practice starts without me and I head home with the intention of changing out of my wet clothes.
As I re-enter the house with fresh clothes, my phone buzzes, lighting up with one of my other best friends’ names. Rocco.
Rocco
Sushi date? *Winky face*
Me
Sure, and stop winking at me.
Rocco
Haha. *Wink*
