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She wants me to leave her the hell alone?
She can fucking tell me herself!
“Cain, take a breath,” Rodberg almost yells, the words only just being heard over the rapid-fire pulsing of my heartbeat.
I shake my head and start moving, storming toward the door.
Rodberg takes off after me. “Cain, don’t make a scene. You will only make it worse for yourself,” he snaps.
I glare at him with such vicious intent that he stops in his tracks and simply raises his hands in surrender, then takes a step back, letting me proceed to the door. With reckless abandon, I yank it open so hard that it flies back and slams into the wall, probably leaving a dent in the drywall as I race to the elevator and press the down button.
I’m fuming.
Everything in me wants to talk to Makaylie face-to-face to see if she really means this. I have been giving her space, waiting for her to come around. It’s been driving me, keeping me from allowing my darkness out, but if she’s gone from my reach, I’m not sure I can hold back any longer.
The elevator stops at floor seven, and I step into the hall. The memories of all the times I’ve walked these halls with her come flooding back like a tidal wave. My rapid pace slows as my manic ire eases. My breathing slows, and the fire burns softer as I take a deep, centering breath, trying to think about this rationally and not with the hot head I was coming in with.
Upon arriving at her door, I stare at it. My jaw wracks from side to side as I think about what the fuck I’ll say to herifshe answers this time.
Will this be goodbye?
Will this be it for us?
I’m a strong man.
I’m a lethal man.
I make decisions that bring men to their knees.
I’m cold, calculating, ruthless.
But when it comes to Makaylie, I can’t take the chance.
If she ends it…
… it will end me.
My feelings for her run deeper than anything I’ve ever felt for anyone.
Our story isnotover!
It should be.
I should be a man and walk the fuck away, turn on my heel, andneverlook back.
I won’t give up.
We’renotdone.
My forehead rests on the cold door, and I close my eyes, taking a quiet moment.
I miss her.
I want nothing more than to knock, to take the chance and talk to her. But Makaylie is angry, and it won’t do any good.Obviously, my flowers sent the wrong message.
I step back and press my hand on her door, wondering briefly if she’s inside thinking about me. Then I shake my head. Fucking hell! What a sad sack of shit I have become.
If Makaylie needs time, me forcing myself into her life right now isnotgoing to make shit better.
