Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 85154 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85154 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
“You are not normal,” he says and it irritates me.
“You don’t know me.” I can’t even believe I would say these words because even I can’t help but laugh inside my head.
He laughs. “I know you better than anyone else.” He folds his arms over his chest as I grab the pj’s and start to put it on Cici.
“I saw your friend today.” Don’t do this, my head screams at me. Don’t do this here.
“What friend?” he asks, and I don’t have to be looking at him to know he’s saying this with clenched teeth. I can feel the shift in the air from him.
“Marianna.” Okay, we are doing this, I close my eyes. “She says she needs.” My breathing comes out now almost in pants as my hands shake. “What were her words?” I avoid turning around to see his face but I look over my shoulder. “Yes, a dose of your dick.” I pick up Cici and turn to him.
He just shakes his head and then puts his hands on his hips. I should maybe, perhaps calm down a bit before I continue. I know this, my heart knows this, but my head and my mouth, they are not down with this memo. “You know, since it’s been a couple of weeks since you last gave her a taste of your dick.” I try not to let the hurt get to me, but it’s easier said than done.
“A couple of weeks,” he repeats and then scoffs, “try months.”
I don’t know why but I roll my eyes. “You don’t have to lie to me.”
He stares at me. “I’m not lying to you.” His voice stays flat.
“She said she was going to text you to hook up today.” I just roll with this.
“Okay, and?” His eyebrows push together.
I’m not thinking straight, I’m thinking all over the place and perhaps, if I stopped for a second, I could see the change. “Well, obviously, that’s why you were late.” I stop talking right then because the lump that was in my chest is now rising to my throat, and I don’t think I can get anything else out.
“Wow.” He just stares at me, his eyes never leaving mine. “Is that where you think I’ve been?”
He shakes his head almost in disbelief.
“Well, you were late coming home.” I don’t get to finish because he snaps back at me.
“I had to go for a suit fitting for the wedding.” It’s my turn to stare at him shocked.
“Do you think I would have gone to have sex with her and then come home to you and act like nothing?” His words cut me to the core.
“I have no idea.” I take a step forward as he shakes his head at me.
“Yeah, I guess you don’t,” is all he says before he turns and walks away from me. “I need some air,” is the last thing he says before he walks out of the room and then a second later the front door slams shut, just like my heart.
Chapter Thirty
Levi
The door slams behind me as I walk toward my car instead of storming back into the house. My hands are shaking but I don’t know if it’s because I’m so pissed or so hurt, or both.
I’m in uncharted territory, so instead of going back in the house, I start the car and head over to my place. I hold my phone in my hand, somehow wishing Eva calls me and tells me she’s overreacted. To tell me she trusts me. To tell me anything, but every single step I walk closer to my place, the phone gets heavier and heavier in my hand.
I step into the elevator and then it takes seconds before I’m walking back into my place. The house feels stale, even though my cleaning lady still comes once a week. I toss my keys on the table in the entranceway before walking to the fridge, hoping that there is at least a beer in there. The fridge is literally empty with just a couple of condiments left in it and I’m in luck as the last bottle is waiting for me. “Yes,” I hiss, grabbing it and twisting the bottle cap open before tossing it into the trash can, then taking a big pull before walking over to the couch and sitting on it.
I put my head back and refuse to close my eyes, because every single time I do it, I see her standing there with Cici. Her face looking ravenous and I knew the minute I looked at her and she avoided looking at me that something was wrong. I just never imagined what happened to happen. “She thought I was fucking Marianna?” I repeat to the empty room as I take another pull from my beer. I look around the room that I never really noticed before sucks. I laugh at the thought. There is nothing in this room that shows I live here, that I have lived here. That I had a life before this.