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I don’t tell him that she called me and told me she was in trouble, and I ignored her plea for help. The guilt of that consumes me. I can’t fucking sleep, and eating hasn’t really been going that well, either.
Essentially, I’m not sleeping and not eating day in and day out. Instead, I’m drinking—too fucking much. Lifting the beer to my lips, I take another long pull, finishing the contents before I slam it down on the table.
“Swamped,” Roadkill mutters. “Avoiding?”
“Swamped and avoiding,” I confirm on a laugh.
“Can’t avoid shit forever. You wait too long, and it’ll be too late.”
Roadkill is right. If I wait too long, I’m fucked over, and she’s moved on. Although, how can I be sure she hasn’t already? She left me, not the other way around. It’s not like she’s sitting around pining over me, no matter what she says.
Cool fingers wrap around the back of my neck, and I look over my shoulder to see it’s Thunder.
She appears ready and willing—hungry even.
Fuck me.
ChapterEight
REESE
A good night’ssleep is exactly what I needed, well, combined with an exhausting night to aid in the sleep. I feel like a new person as I throw my legs over the side of my bed. It’s not a comfortable mattress, but it was free, and when you’re as exhausted as I was, a rock would feel like heaven.
Clearing my throat, I moan as I wipe my eyes, then stand. I shuffle toward the bathroom and let out a sigh before I get started. I shower, though I don’t do it fast. I also don’t take my time. I apply my makeup, heavier than normal, and add red lipstick. My hair, I make sure to have it out of my eyes but style it long in the back.
A short black skirt, thick black tights, and a tight black tank top complete my outfit, but I make sure my red bra shows slightly out of the top of the tank. To finish, I grab a pair of black high heels instead of my red. My thighs and calves ache with each step I take.
Opening my apartment door, I make sure to lock it behind me as I head down the stairs to my new-to-me car. My cute little Audi. I seriously love the car, though I know it was worth a lot more than the one I left there.
Before I reach the door, I pause at the sight behind my car. There is a man… on a motorcycle sitting right behind the trunk of my car.
“Justin?” I ask.
He jerks his chin in my direction. He’s straddling his bike, though it isn’t running, and his eyes are focused on me. They drag down to my feet, then slowly slide up my entire body and stop on my eyes.
It feels as if he’s touched me from across the car.
“Justin,” I breathe.
I almost want to feel something. I want to fuck Agony away, but it isn’t that easy. At least not right now. Instead, Justin somehow makes me miss him even more. Shaking my head once, I clear my throat and wait for him to respond to me.
He doesn’t speak immediately. His tongue peeks out, and he slides it along his bottom lip before he smirks. “Wanted to make sure you were good since everything that happened last night,” he murmurs.
This is more than that. This is hope, and I want no part of it. “I’m not in a place to date anyone,” I blurt out.
He snorts. “Date?”
“Or fuck,” I clarify.
“Babe,” he grunts. “Not what this is about.”
“Isn’t it?”
He shrugs a shoulder, then lets out a laugh. “Maybe a little. But no rush. I’m patient… enough.”
I almost tell him that patience is not the issue here but decide against it. I’m not going to explain more to him. I honestly just want to survive Douglas.
Once this guy figures out I’m pregnant with another man’s baby, he’ll forget all about the sex stuff. I also want to get over Agony before I try to be with anyone else, but that’s not a priority, mainly because I’m not sure it’s possible.
