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“I better not.” I grab him a spare blanket and pillow, even though he doesn’t deserve my kindness. “Also, I have a cat now. Do not let her out.”
“All right. Don’t let the cat out. Don’t talk. Be gone by morning. Can I trouble you for a toothbrush?”
I roll my eyes and stomp to my bedroom. I slam the door a little too hard, march to my bed, pick up a pillow and scream into it.
Of all the nights for Jacob to turn up, he had to choose tonight. Of course, he’d show up to fuck up something remotely good for me.
I’m about to climb into bed for good when Whisker’s scratches at my door. I let her in and snuggle down in my covers for about two seconds before I realize I left my purse with both my wallet and my phone in the living room with the asshole.
Throwing back my cover, I dart to the living room to grab my stuff. Jacob is in the bathroom, thankfully, and I don’t have to deal with him. Back in my bed again, I check my wallet to make sure none of my cards are missing, then I set an alarm on my phone for six. I never awaken that early, but I want him gone as soon as possible.
Scrolling through my social media accounts, all I can think about is Trenton and the disappointment on his face. Too bad he’s not moved in yet. I could go knock on his door and explain about Jacob. Maybe I should have gone after him, or maybe we need to end things here. He can be the cute guy across the hall, and I’ll be the bitchy chick who gripes at him when he undoubtedly plays his music too loud.
It would be stupid of me to get involved with him, especially since he will be next door. I’d hate to have to live next to an ex. I couldn’t imagine seeing Jacob on a daily basis. Seeing him at all is punishment enough.
Though as much I hate that he’s here, I have the clarity I need. The closure to fully move on from everything. Shiloh. Hating Royal Bastards. I can let go of the resentment. The suspicions. The heavy weight I’ve been carrying lifts and a newfound peace washes over me.
I can let go.
“I forgive you,” I whisper to Shiloh, although she can’t hear me. Not for her. This is for me. I want to be happy and not so damn bitter. It’s time to move forward and let the past be the past.
Whisker’s settles in on my chest, purring and warming me like my own personal space heater.
Scratching her behind the ears, I close my eyes and know that tomorrow is a new day.
I’ll see Trenton when he moves in and see what happens.
Bake him some brownies and be all neighborly and shit.
Sleep takes me and I fall into the most delicious dream. I’m with Trenton, straddling him. Wearing nothing but my underwear. With my hands resting on his chest, I tell him, “This doesn’t change anything.”
He rewards me with his smile and says, “Baby,” all deep and throaty, hoarse with need. “This right here. You in my bed changes everything.”
“Everything?”
“Everything,” he repeats, as I lean down to kiss my sexy biker.
Then the dream fades away and I awaken to a nightmare.
I open my eyes to find Jacob standing over me with his fist choking the life out of his dick with his eyes closed as he mutters, “oh fuck.”
I jerk to the other side of the bed and scream, “What the hell are you doing?”
Eyes popping open, he looks at me without missing a beat as he continues to jerk himself off. “Come on. Don’t pretend you don’t miss me. I know you want to suck it.”
Bile hits the back of my throat. “You need to get the fuck out before I have you arrested.”
“Stells.”
“Stop calling me that. I fucking hate it.” I reach along the side of the mattress for the handgun I keep tucked there ever since Shiloh died. I turn the safety off and point it right at his dick. “You’ve got about ten seconds before I blow it off.”
“What the hell are you doing with a gun?”
“Now you have about three.”
“You’re crazy.” He backs up as I move toward him.
“Damn right I am. Now. Get. The. Fuck. Out. And don’t you ever contact me again or I will shoot your precious dick off.”
