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“I know who you are.”
He chuckled, but then shook his head. “Not really. I will tell you everything. But not now.” Before I could protest, he got up, shook his head at me as I intended to follow. “Not now,” he repeated. “Just go to sleep.”
“It’s just sex.” I tried one last time to convince him, and he gave me a long look.
“No. It’s not.”
I stared after him as he left me there. Not until the door closed, and he was gone, did I spring to my feet. This was not how I wanted this night to end, and my fuzzy mind couldn’t understand what went wrong.Not now?Then when? Why was he pushing me away? It wasn’t the first time. Was it me? And everything else was just excuses.
My mind spun in circles and no matter how I tried to understand, all I was left with was more questions. The rejection burned behind my eyes, blurring my vision further. I stood, staring at the closed door for a long time, then I moved. Collapsing onto the bed, I hugged the pillow and let the tears flow free down my cheeks.
*
I awoke to a knock on the door and struggled to open my eyes. Rubbing the dried, tear-mixed makeup from my lashes, I forced them apart, squinting at the sharp morning light filtering through the dark curtains.
“Breakfast’s ready, Miss K.”
“Thank you.” I called out to the maid, hoping my voice didn’t sound as flat as I felt inside. Marc didn’t come to bed. Was I so horrible he couldn’t even stand to be in the same bed anymore?
Another knock, and this time, I didn’t have time to open my mouth before Johnny barged in.
“Good morning,” I muttered, and he cut himself off mid-chuckle, and stared at me.
“You look like a raccoon,” he stated, and I cringed. I hadn’t had time to wash my face, but I could imagine it wasn’t pretty.
“What do you want?” My voice came out harsher than intended, and I sighed. “Sorry, just not in the mood.”
“Hungover?” he asked with a wink, and I shrugged. It wasn’t the biggest problem, even though my belly rolled with nausea when I moved, and my head was heavy and thick.
“What did he do?” Johnny asked with a sigh.
“Nothing!” I blurted, then added in a low voice, “That’s the problem. He doesn’t want—” I cut myself off, embarrassed at almost discussing my lack of a sex-life with Johnny Grey, of all people. “Never mind.”
He chuckled, shaking his head. “Are you fucking blind?” he said, and my eyes widened. “You think he’s not into you?”
“If he is, he has a weird way of showing it,” I muttered.
Johnny lifted an eyebrow in question. “Like jacking off in the shower instead of boning you?”
I blinked at him, trying not to blush. Did he do that? How did Johnny know? I shook my head, trying to clear it. This was not what I should be thinking of. Whatever he did was his problem. But the mental image refused to leave me alone, bringing on others, and soon the blush was inevitable.
“He’s crazy about you,” Johnny said at last, saving me from sliding down memory lane of dirty thoughts.
I gulped, forcing myself to look at him.
“He’s just…” he fell silent and remained that way so long I wondered if he intended to go on or leave me guessing. “Fucked up,” he settled on.
“That helps,” I muttered.
“It’s the best I can do.” He crossed the space between us, wrapping me into a hug. “Take care of yourself, and Marc.”
I hugged him back. “I’ll try.” If he lets me.
“Gotta go. See you around?”
I nodded. I hoped so. “Be careful. Do you have Dom’s number? In case something seems… odd.”
“Odd?” He lifted a dark brow in amused question. “Like someone trying to shoot me?”
