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“Yeah.” Gabe shrugged. “Dad kinda vetoed it.”
All he could do was blink at Gabe.
Anger surged through his body, his jaw clenching tight.
He’d thought they’d all agreed to make him do this. To make him humiliate himself just to get back into their good graces.
“Here,” he said and pushed the broom against Gabe’s chest, making him grab it, then he took off toward King’s office.
He burst through the door and found King sitting behind his desk. He looked up with irritation written on his face. Then he saw Jack and the anger he wasn’t doing anything to hide, and his expression morphed into one of surprise.
“Why the fuck am I prospecting when you’re the only one who wanted me to? When you’re the only one who apparently didn’t want me back?”
King sighed and stood.
“Because you lied.”
Jack’s heart stuttered in his chest.
“What?”
“I was hoping that making you do this would eventually lead you to tell the truth.” King shrugged, an almost sad expression on his face. “How am I supposed to trust you, Jack?”
He couldn’t speak. He couldn’t move.
“I get that you were trying to protect her, but we could’ve protected both of you,” King said with a shake of his head, his disappointment clear in his eyes.
His heart was hammering so fucking hard, his pulse sounding almost deafening in his ears.
“If you can’t trust me and I can’t trust you,” Jack said, pausing to look down at his cut, “then I don’t think I should be here.”
King’s eyes widened and he opened his mouth but before he could say anything, Jack shrugged out of his cut and dropped it on the floor, then turned on his heels and got the hell out of there.
Zero
He groaned when a pillow hit him in the face.
“Elías, get up already.”
He quirked an eye open to see his sister standing over him, holding the pillow ready for another round.
“I’m up,” he croaked out.
She cocked a brow at him and before he could get his hands up, she smacked him with the pillow again.
“Hey,” he exclaimed and grabbed the pillow, pulling it out of her hands to throw it to the other end of the couch.
“As much as I love having you here,” Rhea said, brow raised at him. “You need to get off my couch already. You’ve been here the whole weekend and you still look as miserable as you did when you showed up.”
“Thanks,” he drawled.
Rhea sat down next to him and from the serious expression on her face, they were about to have a conversation he’d been avoiding the whole weekend.
“What happened?”
He sighed before he could stop himself which only got Rhea that much more interested.
“If you don’t start talking, I won’t make you pancakes.”
