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“Whitney…” He stops pacing and stands in front of me again putting both of his hands on my bare shoulders. “Don’t marry him.”
I push him off and shake my head. “You’re unbelievable.”
“You don’t love him, Whitney. Not the way you loved me.Loveme.”
He thinks I still love him?“Seriously? My God. Were you always this arrogant?”
“Only when I’m sure about something.” His nostrils flare. “Whitney, I feel like our time is limited in here,” he says, referring to my bedroom. “Can we go somewhere and talk?”
Bad idea.“Nope.”Don’t ask again. I don’t know how many times I can keep saying no.
“Please.”
“I’m engaged.”
That must strike a nerve because he balls his hands into fists and a scowl finds his perfect face. “You think I give a fuck? You could be married with three kids, and you’d still belong to me.” Fury courses through me and I push past him finally having enough of this conversation. “I’m done being patient with you about this,” he snaps, just as I reach for the doorknob. “You’re going to listen to what I have to say before you make the biggest fucking mistake of your life.”
I turn around prepared to let him have it. I’m furious that he thinks that he can disappear from my life and just come back into it like nothing’s changed. Like I haven’t changed. Demanding me to listen to him? The fuck? “You know what, Jacob? You’re right. Iamdifferent. I’ve moved on and I am not interested in whateverthisis anymore. I met someone. I’m happy. And while what we had was great and fun, it’s not who I am anymore. You don’t just get to come back into my life and fuck it all up just because you’re unhappy. It’s over, Jacob.”
I don’t give him a chance to respond before I’m out of the door and moving down the stairs and out the front door within seconds.
Well, that could have gone better.I rub a hand over my forehead as I watch her from her bedroom window. She’s pacing the driveway, assumedly waiting for her Uber while she looks down at her phone. I don’t see Chloe or Mason, so I wonder if she’s just trying to escape without anyone asking questions which leads me to believe she’s probably going home.Not sure where she lives though.I watch from the window until a car arrives and she hops in before it drives off.
I head downstairs in an effort to find Chloe or maybe something that will give me an inkling as to where she lives. I curse myself for stooping this low but I know the best way to figure out where she lives. “Miche, I want to send Whitney and her fiancé something, can you give me her address? I meant to get it, but I can’t find her… did she leave?”
“Without saying anything? I doubt it!” Michelle says as she hops up from the table where her and a group of people are playing cards. “But yes, let me grab it. Her and Parker live not far from here.”
She lives WITH that fucker? Jesus Christ. At least he’s out of town.
She jots it down on a piece of paper before handing it to me and I nod. I feel like shit for lying to Michelle but I just… I need more time. I know this makes me an asshole, but I can’t let her go that easily.
“Thanks, Miche. I’m probably going to head out though.”
“So soon?”
“Yeah, I’m still exhausted from the trip. But I think I’m coming over to watch the game with Kev tomorrow.”
“Oh, good!” She kisses my cheek. “See you!” She waves me off before going back to the table of people that had been shouting for her to come back ever since she got up.
I scan the room and don’t see Trey or Chloe or even Mason making me wonder if Whitney won’t be alone for much longer. I’m in my car in minutes and I put their address in my GPS and I’m grateful to see that they don’t live far. I arrive in less than fifteen minutes and I see that the lights are on inside. Part of me wants to call because I had no interest in setting foot in a house that Whitney shares with another man. But she probably wouldn’t answer and I find myself at war with what to do.
I get out of the car, wishing like hell I knew what I was going to say. I’m annoyed all over again that she lives here with him as I walk up the pathway to their house. The house doesn’t suit Whitney at all. It’s not particularly small, but it just doesn’t look like her. She always talked about having a red brick house with large bay windows and a porch and a gray stone terrace in the back. I’m fairly certain I still have the pictures saved in my phone of one she found on Pinterest she’d sent me for “inspiration.” While this house was nice, it didn’t have any of those things making me believe that she’d just moved in with him. I’m almost to the door when she opens it and storms out, her wavy chestnut hair flowing behind her like she’s a model on a runway. She was still in that sexy jumpsuit that showcased her tits and a gorgeous tan but she’d kicked off her heels and was currently barefoot. Immediately my eyes dart to the ground to make sure she doesn’t step on anything.
“Can you not take a hint? How did you even figure out where I lived?” I shoot her a look as if to saydo you think it was hard?“Of course, one of my freaking parents. Don’t you feel like shit obtaining information about me under false pretenses?”
“No.” I rub a hand behind my neck. “Well, yes. Can I come in?” I ask against my prior judgment of not wanting to go inside.
She tucks a hair behind her ear and if I wonder if she’s nervous. “Inside my house I share with my fiancé? No.”
“So, you want to do this outside in front of your neighbors?” I raise an eyebrow at her.
Her eyes dart between all the houses surrounding hers before turning back to me. “No, I want you to leave.”
I ignore her request. “Tell me about him. About this Parker. What makes him so special that you’re not willing to even hear me out? Because there was a time you told me you’d never love anyone like you loved me. That there could never be anyone else.” There were so many nights she’d whisper into my skin after just making love that she would only ever love me. That I was it for her. Her soulmate. The love of her life.
I’d told her the same.
“And then you left me!!” she screams and she curses herself before looking around and I don’t see anyone outside but it doesn’t mean they aren’t looking from their windows. “I don’t want you to come in. I…” She bites her lip. “We have cameras.”
