Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 79670 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79670 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
He takes a step forward, but one look from me makes him stop. “I can explain.”
I hold up my hand. “I think I got the gist of it.” I shake my head, but the image doesn’t go away.
“She was buck-ass naked on top of you with her tongue down your throat and your cock in her hand. I don’t think I need a play-by-play.”
I could hear the heavy breathing as I stood there watching everything we had come crashing down. He was sitting in the middle of the couch with the naked woman on top of him. I didn’t even know what she looked like, except she had a great ass and bleached blonde hair, straddling him. “Fuck,” he hissed when he got his mouth free from hers, “that feels good.” I didn’t know how I did it. I didn’t know how I didn’t throw up right there. It felt surreal, and like a nightmare. None of this felt real since I was that woman on the couch with him not even three days ago.
“Your cock is so big,” the woman said as she played with him, but his head went down to suck her nipple.
“That feels good,” she moaned.
It was at that moment I backed out of the room. I made not a sound as I walked back to the front door in a daze. I must have been in a daze because I didn’t remember much of what happened next. I walked out of his house, walking straight to the street before I finally felt the tears running down my face. I walked to the end of the street before I pulled out my phone and called an Uber. Sitting down on the sidewalk, because my legs couldn’t hold me up anymore, I pulled up his name and sent him a text.
Family emergency just came up. I’ll call you in a couple of days.
I grab the bottle of tequila, blinking away the tears, bringing the bottle to my lips. “In the end, it was really my fault.” I look at him and see that he is looking at me with anguish, his face finally seeing what he did to me.
“None of this is your fault.” His voice comes out so heavy, his chest is rising and falling as if he is struggling to breathe.
“Oh, but it is because we never really did say what we were to each other.” I laugh through the lump in my throat.
“Don’t say that.” His voice breaks. “Don’t do that.”
“We were just friends, right?” I shrug, knowing in my heart I thought we were more. Knowing I was too stupid to think it was. Knowing, deep down inside, I never wanted to ask what we were for fear that it would be just a fling to him. Knowing in my heart I was in love with him. “With benefits, obviously.” I hold up the bottle of tequila at him. “Thank you, by the way, for that.” I bring the bottle to my lips. “I’ll never make the same mistake again, that’s for sure.” My lips find the bottle the same time as one tear escapes.
TWELVE
ROMEO
I knew coming here tonight would be a gamble, but I also knew I couldn’t not come. I waited for her until the end of the period, and her family members slowly left the suite.
Watching her in front of me, reliving the same night that I’ve been trying to erase for the past eight months, is a hell that I deserve. But she doesn’t deserve it. She doesn’t deserve the hurt her face is filled with. She doesn’t deserve to have her heart broken like this. Seeing her hurting like this causes my heart to shatter in my chest.
“I have no excuse,” I start to say, “not one.” I want her to look at me, but she looks down at her hands instead. “Except.” She looks up when I say that, and I see the tears in her eyes. My strong, beautiful woman is broken, and I broke her. “I’m an asshole.” I want to go to her, to hold her, to take her in my arms and beg her to give me another chance. But my feet are stuck. “I was selfish.” My own tears come out now. “I was stupid. I was all those things. Which makes what I did even worse.” I hope she hears me. “I threw you away for a nobody.” My voice goes almost into a whisper. “Someone who, if we walked down the street today side by side, I wouldn’t even know who she was.” My voice breaks. “But I’ve changed.”
“A leopard doesn’t change his spots, Romeo,” she says. If only she knew how wrong she was. “You came here and did what you wanted to do.” She gets up from the couch. “We hashed it out, and you are forgiven,” she states. “Is that what you want to hear?”