Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 56416 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 282(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56416 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 282(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
I nod and don’t waste any time walking down the hall to where Haven is. I knock on the open door and push it open, letting out a breath when I see her sitting on the bed. She’s sitting cross-legged with a notebook in her lap. When she looks up at me, I notice her eyes are swollen and red. Fuck, I did that to her.
Slowly, I walk into the bedroom. She tenses and pleads with me, “Please, King. I can’t do this.”
“I’m sorry.”
“You’re sorry?” she asks.
I nod and move closer to her. I don’t stop until I’m standing next to where she’s sitting on the bed. “Yeah, I’m sorry. I’m sorry for doubting you, for the awful things I said to you, for not trusting you.”
She lets out a frustrated breath and scoots away, putting some distance between us. “King—”
I move and sit down on the edge of the bed. “I’m sorry that I wasn’t there to protect you…”
31
HAVEN
I still can’t believe that Chrissy told me that I was knocked down on purpose and why the pictures were taken. “So you know what happened?”
He winces. “I do now. I should have asked you instead of accusing you, Haven.”
Yeah, he should have. But it’s too late now. “Actually, it’s probably a good thing this happened.” I’ve thought about it all night, and I realize that I’d set myself up for failure. I was in a marriage that was over before it even began. I don’t know why I thought I could do it. Of course, I would fall in love with him. So it’s better this way… better now before there’s a kid involved.
He leans toward me. I’ve kept my eyes off him, but now that I look at him, I realize he looks like he didn’t get any sleep last night. His eyes are bloodshot. I point to his face. “Are you all right?”
He runs his hand across his face. “Am I all right? God, don’t ask me that. I don’t know if I’ll ever be all right again. I hate myself for how I treated you, peaches. I drank until I blacked out last night.”
I shift, putting more distance between us, but he moves closer. “Are you okay?” He reaches out to caress my knee, and I jerk away from his touch. I hold my hands up so he can see the scratches on them. “I’m fine. Your sister cleaned out my cuts and got me a brace for my ankle.”
He looks devastated, and I hate that I’m worried about him. We’ve talked about it, and he’s told me that he never drinks because he once had a foster parent that would drink and take out his anger on the kids. It kills me to know he resorted to drinking last night.
But even though I feel for him, I have to have some self-preservation. “Like I said, it’s probably good this has happened, King. We are messed up. We’re two people that are messed up. This isn’t going to work, and it doesn’t matter since it’s all fake anyway. You don’t trust me…”
I let my voice trail off as emotion overcomes me. I shudder a breath to try and pull myself together. “We need to end this now before it gets out of hand and someone gets hurt.”
“Haven, listen to me. I don’t know how to explain it. I saw you with another man’s arms around you. I went crazy.”
I interrupt him. I can’t look at him, so I’m picking at the thread on the bed cover. “And you thought I slept with you one night and then went to another man. I would never do that. You thought I was after your money, and that’s not who I am. I don’t care about your money.”
“I know that. I know that’s not who you are. I’m sorry, Haven.”
“You said that.”
He reaches for me, putting his hand on my knee again and tracing his thumb back and forth on my skin. I’m weak because even now I crave his touch. I watch his hand, and after a minute, I pull my leg away. “Listen, so I talked to Chrissy. I’m going to stay here—”
“No, you’re going to stay at our home, with me.”
“I can’t, King. I can’t stay there.”
He reaches for me, grabbing my hands and pulling them to his chest. “Please, I’m begging you, Haven. Stay at our house.”
I pull from his hold and stand up on the opposite side of the bed. He stands up, and we face off against each other. I cross my arms over my chest. “I will stay at your house until I know I’m not pregnant. In the meantime, I’ll be looking for an apartment. I called this morning, and mine had already been rented. I’ll hire someone to finish the community center.”