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My dad shrugs, “He is thirty-eight years old, Ivy. He’s not a child anymore.”
Mercy adds, “He has a date tonight. I’m glad he’s getting back to life. Working and now dating. I’m proud of him.”
I rise from my chair, “I’m not feeling well. I’m going to bed.”
Grabbing my plate as calmly as possible, I walk into the kitchen and scrape my plate into the garbage before rinsing it and putting it into the dishwasher.
“I want you to come into the hospital tomorrow so we can check your blood work,” he says.
I grunt as I walk up to my room. Once I’m in my room, I pace like a psychopath. He’s on a date. Nash is on a date. I keep repeating that to myself over and over. Then, I laugh at myself.What the hell did you think was going to happen, Ivy?He’s gorgeous. Sexy as fuck, obviously some woman was going to be into him. A woman not as stupid as me. If she realizes what she has she’ll sink her claws into him and never let go.
Because I’m a stupid girl, I text Nash, while he’s on his date, not my finest moment.
Who the fuck is she Nash?
I wait for ten minutes. Twenty minutes. An hour. Two hours.
No response.
After my parents go to bed, I head down to the garage. His vehicle isn’t here. He’s still out with whoever the fuck she is.
I walk out the back door, go to the pool house and get the hidden key and let myself in. I lie on his bed and wait. And wait. It’s a form of self-torture as I hold his pillow to my face inhaling his scent. It’s woodsy and manly. All Nash. I miss him so much it physically hurts.
Glancing at my phone, I notice it’s two in the morning. Maybe they went to her place instead of him bringing her here. I hadn’t thought about that possibility. I’ll wait another hour and then I’m leaving.
I get a weird text message from someone I don’t know, with a photo of Nash and some beautiful brunette, his age.
He’s too old for you and doesn’t have what you need. I do.
Who is this?
It’s not important.
My heart pounds in my chest. I have no idea who this is, but he took the photo of Nash and his date. Is he following Nash?
I can’t stop looking at the photo of Nash touching her face, brushing her hair away, affectionately. They looked intimate. It hurts and it’s all I need to accept the truth. It’s over, he moved on.
Climbing off his bed, I leave the pool house and find myself on the street. I have no idea where I’m going. I only know it has to be somewhere else—Gina’s. Maybe I can go there.
When I turn down the street to her house, a white van drives beside me slowly, “Hey beautiful, do you need a ride?”
Crossing my arms over my chest, I say, “Nope. I’m good. Thanks though.”
“Your choice, doll,” he says and drives further up, but then pulls over to the side of the road. At first, I’m nervous, but maybe he knows someone on this street or even lives here himself.
He doesn’t say anything to me as I pass the van, so I relax. Until I have a hand with a wet cloth over my mouth and nose and an arm around my chest, holding my arms down, he holds me tight against his chest. I saw onTikTokto not breathe if someone holds something to your face. After a couple of minutes, I begin inhaling huge breaths out of necessity.
All the fight I had is gone. My eyes flutter shut, and I know it’s over. My last thought is ‘well at least it’s not cancer.’
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
NASH
My date was fine. Jessica is a beautiful woman. There’s just one problem. She’s not Ivy. I tried. I really tried. We went for dinner and then I took her dancing to a nearby club. We stayed until close, and she still tried to get me to go home with her. The thought of fucking another woman isn’t appetizing to me in the least.
Walking into my bedroom, I take my jacket off and toss it onto the chair. I start to undo the buttons on my dress shirt when I spot a cell phone on my bed. That’s odd.
I go over to my bed and open it. It’s Ivy’s. Why is it here? I call her name but get no response. Why is she not here, yet her cell is? I open up the text messages and that’s when I see she sent me a message. My heart falls when I realize I didn’t get it in the noisy club, but Ivy knows I was on a date.
