Page 42 of The Devil's Saint


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I quickly shake out of his hold, mentally cursing myself for getting wet at his dirty words and wanting to melt into his palm.

“Don’t fucking touch me. You don’t get to do that. Not after what you did.”

His eyes harden. “I haven’t done anything.”

“Really?” I sass. “You seriously expect me to believe that?”

“I can explain all that if you would shut the hell up and listen,” he says, losing patience.

My arms cross over my chest. “Go ahead. Explain to me how you became engaged less than twenty-four hours after leaving my bed.” I rush out the words, tears burning the backs of my eyes. “Or explain the part where it’s my best friend you’re engaged to. Huh?” I tap my finger on my chin, eyes looking up, mocking a thought. “Or how about you explain how you used me as your secret fuck toy, leading me on for weeks and then made a complete fool outta me?”

I’m so angry I can barely get a breath. “Was this your plan? Or was Jordin in on it along with you as some kind of a sick joke at my expense?”

“Goddamn it, Lexy. Why won’t you listen to me? That’s not...” He sighs, frustration mounting. “That’s not the way it is or how it was, and you know it.”

I scoff, my lower lip trembling. “I thought I did, but it was clearly all a big fat lie.”

“I didn’t lie. I meant everything I said to you, everything!”

I snort. “Oh really?”

“YES!” he shouts, frustration mirroring my own.

“I don’t believe you.”

“Believe me or not. Doesn’t make it any less true. If I wanted to be with someone else, I could.” He points an angry finger toward the door. “I could walk out of here right now and fuck Georgina or Christy or any other girl in this school if that’s what I wanted. But I don’t. I choose you, Lexy.”

“No. You had your chance to choose me, and you didn’t take it.”

His lips part, but I don’t allow him to respond.

“God….I was so fucking stupid. I should never have let you in when all along I knew you were The Tower card in the deck.”

He looks confused, not understanding the meaning behind my words.

“You don’t understand how it works, Lexy. I wish things were that simple, but it’s not. It’s more complicated than you think.”

“Complicated my ass. If the two of you didn’t want to be forced into this, you both would have opened your mouths and said something, not just stood there like two gaping fish.”

“I tried to get him to call it off, Lexy. It’s too late. Once those wheels were set in motion, there’s nothing to stop it,” he says, running a hand through his thick hair.

My heart aches at the pain written on his gorgeous face, but I need to stay strong.

“Doesn’t matter now anyway. What happened between us is in the past. It’s over. Time for both of us to move on.”

His brows furrow as he tries to decipher my sincerity. “Don’t do that, Lexy,” he hisses in a low voice. “I’ve already lost my grandfather. I don’t want to lose you too. I can’t.”

I meet his gaze squarely. “I’m sorry about what happened to your grandfather. I really am. That doesn’t change how I feel. It’s too late for us. All I want to do now is live my life and move on.” I pause, not knowing who my following words will hurt more. Me or him. “And forget about you.”

His dark brows furrow.

“I can’t forgive what you did. When I first met you. Like properly met you, I thought you were many things, Saint. A coward was never one of them. Guess I was wrong.”

Lips pressed in a thin line, he remains silent.

And this time, when I move to leave, he doesn’t stop me.

Chapter Eighteen

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