Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 107204 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 536(@200wpm)___ 429(@250wpm)___ 357(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107204 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 536(@200wpm)___ 429(@250wpm)___ 357(@300wpm)
As I walked toward the elevator from Alex’s apartment, I turned around once and caught him looking at me. He hurried into his apartment, almost appearing bashful about being caught. I liked that. I liked how he looked at me when he thought I wouldn’t notice. There was a gentleness in his stare that I hadn’t witnessed before. A softness to him that he was slowly unraveling for me to see.
I felt as if I was walking on cloud nine the whole trip to my apartment—until I found Cole and Cocoa sitting outside my door.
My stomach knotted.
“Cole. What are you doing here?” I asked.
He stood, scooping Cocoa into his arms. He narrowed his eyes. “Looking for you. You weren’t at the park for the trade this morning.”
“I know. I overslept and—wait. How long have you been here? And how do you know where I live?”
“I was worried, so I did some digging and found out.”
“Cole!”
“What?!” he barked. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know it was unacceptable to be worried about your well-being. But based on your attire, you were just fine and being irresponsible with picking up Cocoa.”
I glanced down at Alex’s sweatpants and sighed. “I’m sorry I was late.”
“You should be. Messing with Cocoa’s schedule isn’t good.”
I rolled my eyes. “I’m pretty sure Cocoa will be just fine. Right, girl?” I said as I took her into my arms. Arms that she freely leaped into as she wagged her tail. “Goodbye, Cole.”
“Who is he?” he questioned.
“What?”
“Don’t play stupid, Yara. You show up looking like shit wearing some dude’s oversized clothes. Who is he?”
I laughed to keep from saying something rude. “We aren’t doing this, Cole.”
“Was it that British guy? What, he stands you up, so you end up screwing him instead? Real classy, Yar.”
“How dare you?” I blurted out. “Two things. One—it’s none of your business how I spend my time or how I use my body. And two—it’s none of your business how I spend my time or how I use my body,” I repeated.
“So you think it’s cute running around being easy with any guy who looks your way?”
“Cole. That line? You’re crossing it.”
“That’s just because I care. At least someone has to care about you. Everyone else in town just gossips about you behind your back.”
“No, they don’t.” My body tensed up as he started to chip at those insecurities.
“Yeah, they do. They talk about how desperate you’re coming off, trying to date. They think you’re the reason we fell apart.”
“And let me guess, you’re not quick to tell them the truth.”
“That is the truth. You left me.”
“Because you cheated on me repeatedly! You did that. Not me. You left me before I even considered a divorce. Who knows who or how many women it actually was that you left me for.”
“Is that what this is about? You’re still stuck on wanting to know who I hooked up with?”
I sighed. “No, Cole. I don’t, because it doesn’t matter. Maybe back then I cared. I stupidly thought it might bring me comfort knowing, but it means nothing to me anymore. You mean nothing to me.”
Cole paused for a moment, examining what I said. Hopefully my words were sticking a landing in that peanut-sized brain of his.
He pointed a finger at me and shook his head. “Nope. You still care. I can feel it.”
Landing officially not stuck.
His hand brushed against his bushy eyebrows and he shrugged. “You know what? Go ahead. Do whatever you have to do to get back at me for hurting you, Yara. Sleep with however many men you wish. I don’t care because I know how this will end. You’ll come back to me, and we’ll get back to our lives.”
“That will never happen.”
“Yeah, well, I’ll believe that when you have another man on your arm. But until then, I’ll be waiting.” He walked over to me and snuggled Cocoa’s head. His proximity made chills of disgust race up and down my spine. The opposite of how Alex had made me feel.
At that point, I realized something very important.
I needed a new boyfriend.
Stat.
I walked into my apartment, trying to shake off my irritation with Cole, when there was a knock at my door. I grumbled to myself and swung it open, thinking Cole was returning to steal more of my joy. “What do you want?!” I yipped.
Alex stood there with widened eyes holding a gift bag in his hands. “Is that how you always answer the door?”
I sighed. “Sorry. Thought you were someone else. What’s up?”
“Didn’t mean to bother you again, but I forgot I made you dishes and bones.”
I raised my eyebrows. “What?”
He held the gift bag toward me. “I made you dishes and bones. Chocolate chip bone-shaped cookies, I mean. I also made these two water dishes down at the pottery shop to make up for the one I broke.”