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“Don’t, Lucas. Do not make excuses for her. Do not apologize for the way she acts.” She won’t even look at me. She studies whatever is happening outside the window over the kitchen sink.
“Allie, I really want to make this right. I want to have you guys in my life and be part of Jadon’s. I know I fucked this up, but please, don’t listen to what she said about you guys.”
“Lucas,” she spins on her bare feet, and her dress fans out in the action.
I swallow a lump at the smudging under her eyes. Great. She was crying because of me. She could have been on a beach with Ted, enjoying herself right now, and instead she’s crying because my girlfriend is a bitch.
“I know you knew that the way she would react and throw a tantrum like some two-year-old was a possibility. The way you allowed her to just ignore Jadon like that wasn’t even a surprise, since she obviously needs all the attention in the room.” She stops to wipe the couple of tears from her eyes.
“Lucas, I don’t care what she says about me. I don’t even care if she likes Jadon, but I will not stand by and let her talk about my son like that in front of him. He doesn’t need to see that or hear that word. He doesn’t need to witness the toxic ways the two of you fight and make up. The coercion in your relationship while you cater to her every whim simply because of her looks. Her petty act of possession, sitting on your lap with her legs wide open and her boobs pressed up against her collarbone with her nipples poking through her top, is not something I want him to believe is healthy behavior. Affection is one thing, but that was…”
Allie paces the kitchen with her hands on her hips while I shrink to the size of an ant. She pulls her hair up into a bun on her head the way she does when she’s tired. I need to figure out how to keep Kat at bay until Allie is comfortable trying this again.
Maybe I’ll just buy Kat the damn ring and get it over with, so she’ll shut up about it. It’s not like we have to get married right away. I can push it off for a few years.
“Lucas, we have lived our lives just fine without you, and I’m not saying that you should go. I know how good you’ve been to him and how you’re trying. I am grown enough to recognize that. It’s just…”
As I resign to the fact that Kat is the central issue, and no matter what, it’ll always be this way with her, I truly wish things were different. “It’s Kat. I know.” Taking her hands in mine, I squeeze until she winces and let up enough to not hurt her. “I promise, I’m going to fix this. Okay?”
Her hands are so soft. How does she do that? Her eyes finally meet mine for the first time since Kat appeared. She’s guarded, sure, she has to be. But damn, her vulnerability is right under the surface, and jealousy strikes, thinking about anyone else taking advantage of Allie the way I try not to think about.
Why can’t Kat just be half the woman Allie is? Allie takes everything that’s given to her and handles it. Katrina can’t do anything without calling her parents or me to fix things for her.
At that thought, it hits me.
Allie is the catch. Allie is the endgame. She’s the trophy.
She’s what I need to work for.
Kat walks around looking like a shiny trophy, but Allieisthe prize. Allie laid back in my car while I took from her, and she made a son. Allie lost her chance at going to medical school but is starting her own business. Life throws Allie one issue after another, and she works to improve her situation.
Kat destroys things. She breaks whatever she has and blames people for her problems. Kat won’t change, nor will she treat Allie or Jadon better, and I understand why. She sees Allie for what she is: competition.
Allie is…
Allie is it.
Chapter25
Allie
How could she act like that? Even Jadon has never behaved so poorly in front of other people. He has had the occasional temper, yes, but never an outburst likethat.
And the name calling toward a kid? If Jadon wasn’t there, she would have heard from me, but I have an example to set for him.
As does his father. Lucas sat there in shock, like her response was unexpected. I know he doesn’t care what she says because he probably doesn’t listen to her often enough to catch the way she talks about others. He’s alluded to that since he doesn’t talk about her like he’s in love with her personality. If he catches something awful she says, she’s the type to apologize through a blowjob or something instead of using her words and actions to make things right.
Maybe that works for them. Maybe that’s why Lucas wants to marry someone like her. She will bend over and let him do whatever he wants to her body. It was stupid of me to stand there in his house and think about perfect little families and whatnot before Katrina came out.
It’s not his fault. Lucas can love whoever he wants—even Katrina. That’s not my business. Besides, Lucas would never look twice at someone like me with theglamazonhe has at home waiting for him. Sure, he has to deal with some spoiled princess outbursts occasionally, but if he gets to bend her over the bed in some acrobatic twisty move whenever, hey, whatever works.
If toxic is his preferred relationship style, that’s his choice.
Only, he’s been staring into my eyes now for nearly a minute. Or ten. I lost count after about three seconds. It’s like he can see inside my head and hear my thoughts.
He licks his bottom lip, drawing my attention to the tip of his tongue, and I really want to pull my hands away from him. I’m feeling things and I need to stop.
“Please…” he whispers, “Please let me make this up to you.”
