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Without a word, I turn and leave the room. The sound of the lock clicking into place makes me smirk. That woman will never learn.
I take the stairs two at a time down to the living room. The decanter of brandy calls my name. I fill the glass and take a sip, enjoying the burn. Weariness overcomes me and I take a seat on the couch. Keeping all of Luis’ secrets is taking its toll on me.
Not anymore. Everything is out in the open. No more hiding his deception and lies from the one person who should have mattered most to him.
Memories of the way her face grew even more pale with my words only to have her put on a front of anger by throwing the vase.
Another face for the world to see.
That woman has been putting a show on for everyone in her life as long as I’ve known her. Why in fucking hell do I need to care? I don’t want to fall for her. She’s my best friend’s widow.
I should say supposed best friend. How could he expect me to keep all of these secrets after his death. Oh right, dumbass was too arrogant to think that he could die before he was old and gray.
No matter how much I don’t want to fall for her, I can’t stop it. The thought of her lying alone upstairs makes my gut clench. I’m not the apologizing type, but I can show her what happens when a man truly does care.
I throw back the rest of my drink, leaving the glass on the table and head back upstairs. The keys jingle quietly when I pull them out of my pocket to unlock the door, which won’t open when I push on it.
Motherfucker. She didn’t only lock it, she blocked it with something else.
I bang on the outside. “Scarlett, open the fucking door.”
I grip the handle tighter, ready to rip the door off it’s frame and stop myself. Breaking into her room is just going to make things worse.
“Go to hell.”
Her voice isn’t as strong as I expect it to be. I listen closer and hear the sharp intake of breath. That when I hear the sob come from her room. It’s muffled, probably by her pillow.
What I hate the most is that her pain brings me pain. I may tell it not to, but my heart aches to go and comfort her.
With the last remaining grip on my temper, I back away from her door and go to my own bedroom.
The two of us will talk tomorrow after we’ve both calmed down.
ChapterNineteen
Scarlett
The dreams from the previous night try to hold me under. I force my eyes open refusing to let their grip on me continue. In all of my dreams, Nico kept taunting me over and over again about Luis and his affairs.
It took me hours to stop crying and fall asleep. How many more tears do I need to shed over a man who never really loved me in the first place?
I climb from my bed, muscles stiff and go right to the bathroom. The vision staring back at me from the shower looks like the same woman from the night of Luis’ funeral. Only she’s a lot wiser now.
I throw some cold water on my face. The heat of the shower relaxes my muscles and I go a little heavier on the makeup to cover the dark circles under my eyes. I refuse to give anyone the satisfaction of seeing me upset over him ever again.
My favorite red dress hangs in the closet. It’s the confidence boost I need. I pull on the soft fabric, sliding it down my hips and over my thighs. I choose heels to match that elevate my already tall frame higher.
No longer will I let men control my destiny. Not Luis. Not Nico. They can all go to hell.
Hair blown out and framing my face, I walk down the stairs, taking my time, letting them all see.
I hear a whistle to my right as I reach the landing. I glance over and see Sofia coming down the hall.
“You look like bad boss bitch vibes today.”
“From now on that’s exactly what I’m going to be.”
She looks me up and down. “I’d ask what man put that smile on your face, but I have a feeling that not a single one did. This is all you.”
