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“Why?” I had no idea why it mattered, nothing he’d say would wipe this feeling away. Dirty came back to my mind, but only the bad half of it. The half that made me feel like a slut.
“It just can’t. Leave it at that.”
“So you fuck me, and I’m not entitled to at least a half-assed explanation?” My pain was masked with anger, but I wouldn’t allow him to see me shatter. Not again.
“You’re not right for me, okay?” Translation–I wasn’t good enough.
I can’t believe what I’m hearing.
I swallowed back the tears that started forming in my eyes and nodded once, “Okay.”
Resisting the urge to say more or feel more, I turned around and walked out of his office, holding my head high until it was safe to let go.
I think I just made the biggest mistake of my life.
Chapter 14
Liam
Asshole.
Selfish fuck.
Self-centered prick.
None of those came even close to describing me right now. How could I have done that?
This morning, something switched inside me when Jamie didn’t show up for work. Something that scared the living crap out of me. I thought something had happened to her. That she was in trouble, or danger, or worse. That she’d packed up and left after the fuck up on Friday night.
It didn’t happen, but the possibility was definitely real now.
I had forced myself not to park outside her apartment during the weekend like I’d done all the others since I’d met her. Give her some space and try to take her off my mind in the process.
I didn’t. I couldn’t.
So I checked my phone a million and one times for the tracker I’d put in hers. It hadn’t moved all weekend from the same shitty apartment in Tremont that I was so eager to get her out of. She was probably still recovering from the clusterfuck that was the end of a promising night.
A big fucking mistake avoided by that lunatic, Michelle.
But when she didn’t show, I kicked myself in the balls for giving her space.
Space and privacy are fucking overrated.
Thinking something had happened was just the icing on top of the fucking guilt cake. I was out of my damn mind when I couldn’t get ahold of her.
With her phone off, I couldn’t trace her, so saying I’d gone to Hell to make another pact with the devil in exchange for her safety was not an exaggeration in the slightest.
I was halfway into alerting the fucking cavalry before I got to her apartment and found her barely covered by a skimpy towel that did nothing to hide her curves. Instead of relief, I felt anger, which only fueled the lust that still soared through my veins since the club.
The taste of her lips still lingered on my tongue, the image of her face as she came around my cock was the only thing I saw when I closed my fucking eyes. She was all I could think about.
That thing inside me? That thing was a scary notion that she had made her way and settled in a place in my chest that she had no business being in.
I couldn’t harbor feelings like these.
I had no right to. I didn’t deserve having them, never mind actually having them be requited.
There was more than lust in her eyes, I’d seen it. Felt it in her kiss just outside Dea Tacita. There were stakes higher than a simple fuck for her. Fuck, for me, too.
