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“Really? That’s your question? I should ask you what the fuck were you about to do?”
Jealousy paints her face in a shade of red. She has some nerve.
“Getting a bottle of whiskey.” Reaching my breaking point and because I don’t want to be the entertainment tonight, I grab her hand and pull her to the elevator.
Inside, she crosses her arms over her chest, wearing a defiant look. “We were talking and you can’t leave in the middle of an argument. We have to work through this, so suck it up.”
“There is nothing I want to talk about.”
She digs her finger into my chest, chin trembling. “Before me, you would have fucked her. She’s the type of woman you prefer. Sorry, I put a stop to that.”
How can she be insecure when there is no woman on this earth more captivating than her? No female in the entire universe I would desire more. She’s the only one for me.
Her head drops, and she inhales deeply. “I followed you that night after we made love. I thought you were starting to feel something more for me. I know that was stupid to imagine, but I couldn’t ignore what my heart wanted.
“I was confused, sad, and terrified that I would love someone who could grieve another woman after making love to me.
“I didn’t even kiss Noah back. I should have wanted to. I should have tried to replace you so I wouldn’t be in love with someone whose heart was taken.”
Her glassy eyes find me, and her confessions hit me hard.
“Do you know who has been on my mind, occupying so much space? You, since the first time I saw you. That night, I made love to you because I love you.”
I cup her face, backing her into the wall, wishing I could carve my heart out so she can see it’s hers and no one else.
“I went into that room to finally put the past to rest. Have you been in there lately? It’s empty. There are no more pictures, no more ghosts, no more roaming around feeling guilty. That’s what your love did. Then you fucking lie and leave instead of telling me? I don’t know what a good marriage looks like. I’m going to screw up at times. You probably will too.”
“Still, you came here.”
“Still, you left. And again, I just wanted a drink.”
When the elevator doors open, I push myself off her and enter my penthouse. She paces around on the dark, polished floor.
“In one weekend, you did things that I would never find excusable. You lied, you left, and you used my friend. Maybe you fucked that tool too.”
She gasps and wipes her tears away. “Tell me you don’t believe that I could sleep with someone else... I’ve been through so much shit in my life, but the thought of you not loving me kills me. I was terrified of pushing you too much. So I needed some space to gather myself.”
I shove my hands in my pockets to control my need to touch her. “Well, then, you are a coward. I gave you everything. And talk to me again about you fucking someone else. I dare you. I’d break every limb and bone in his fucking body and then fucking rip his heart out.”
“You’re jealous of a damn hypothetical situation. I would never cheat on you. And I love you too damn much to ever abandon you, you idiot.”
Incapable of forming words, I watch her turn around and return to the elevator.
“Stay or come home,” she says. “The ball is in your court.”
When the elevator doors ding open, it kicks me out of my shock, and I get inside with her.
“How did you get here?”
“With the golf cart.”
I have to have a serious conversation with the guards. Correctly reading my mind, she adds, “They tried to stop me, then tried to convince me to stay until they got a car. They ended up following me.”
“You’ll just do whatever the hell you want, won’t you?”
“Yes, so get used to it.”
I rake a hand through my hair. This woman. This maddening woman that I love desperately. She walks out of the elevator, and I storm after her. She hops into that golf cart. I laugh at two of my men flanking her in their cars.
