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“Do you even know what my book is about!?” I yell as I watch her turn towards the door.
She doesn’t bother to answer, instead flips me the finger as she struts through the door, leaving me shocked and annoyed–again.
A long whistle startles me, and I turn to see Greg leaning against the wall. “Buddy, that was a tad dramatic.”
I nod, trying to act strong, but the fight leaves me. My shoulders sag and I breathe out a deep sigh.
Fuck, this is messing with my head.
“Now, see. That’s the reason I prefer to fuck and fly. That,” he points towards the door, “is what monogamy is. Drama.”
“Not now Greg, I’m beat.” I turn to him and take in his annoying, smug expression. “I’m gonna pack my suitcase. It’s time to get the hell out of this heat wave.”
Greg chuckles and nods his head. “Sure. Though I don’t see why you’d opt for that over getting a beer with me.” Then he lifts his hands and says, “But okay. I’ll let you untwist your panties and get over this shit with Abigail Rosens.” He finishes with an eye roll, turns his cap around and shoves his hands into the pockets of the baggy hoodie he’s doing.
As he walks out of the room, the alarm bells ring again and unexpectedly, my bros furrow at the sight of him as he disappears.
That jacket looks way too familiar…
Chapter Twenty-Six
ABIGAIL
Furious. Shocked. Sad. Hurt. Confused.
The feelings I have running through me diminish any good spirits I had hoped to have this morning. Knowing that I’ve had a successful book signing, mini vacation and now heading back home to comfort, is great. However, what happened earlier with Jaxon has left me broken. How could I have been so stupid to trust a man like him easily?
As I sit in the taxi, I watch the hotel whirl past me as the car drives off, leaving the sight of the resort in the rearview mirror.
Before I left, I thanked the hotel manager and Amy, as well as the lovely team at reception for hosting the event. I didn’t get to meet all the other authors, but for those that I ended up recognizing, I also gave them goodbyes and congratulations.
I might be furious, but I’m only like that with one person. No one else deserves my sour mood.
As the hotel is no longer in view, I reminisce about what I said to Jaxon. Hopefully, no one heard or saw Jaxon and me quarrel, but so far, no staff member mentioned anything or expressed pity in their eyes when talking to me.
“To hell with him,” I mutter, closing my eyelids as I lean back against the comfortable leather seat.
I can’t believe I actually developed feelings for him. For fuck’s sakes, I slept with him when he knew why I resisted so much. And for what? I bet he sat back, and fist pumped himself when he got what he wanted. It wasn’t just physical. I had him on my mind and felt good about myself when he gave me that little pep talk. It was fun and relaxing most of the time. I laughed, teased and opened up about my past.
That’s more than physical elements.
You’re a fool, Abi. You trust too easily. Get your feelings in check, girl!
Flipping out my phone, I text my sister.
Me: Hey, how are you? Just wanted to let you know that I’m on my way to the airport. Just a reminder that the flight will be around twenty-two hours all up, but I’ll also be doing a layover in LA. I’ll call when I arrive. Love ya and see you soon. xx
I don’t bother expecting a response because of the seventeen-hour time difference, but at least she knows my eta.
The thought of being back in the windy city makes me smile. I miss home, my comfy apartment, and my family.
*
It’s been hours since the plane took off, and I’m glad I chose the late flight. It’s quiet as everyone seems to still be in ‘nighttime’ mode and is attempting to sleep.
As they are falling into their slumber, my eyes are wide open as I focus on the screen of my laptop. I sit here watching the cursor blink at me, waiting for words to appear on the blank document. The more I stare at it, the more it feels like its patience is wearing out. Or is it mine?
I’ve plotted my next book, but I’m finding it harder than my first.
