Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23116 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23116 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
“I’ve gotta go,” I mumble, and I don’t miss the look of sadness that crosses her eyes before I walk into the crowd of people around us and disappear.
What the fuck am I doing? I should go back and pull her into my arms, but I’m shaking with rage. I’ve never been good with emotions, and all of a sudden, they are hitting me at once. My heart feels like it’s ripping in two because the woman I love is upset.
The woman I love.
Holy shit, I love Frostie. I mean, I knew this feeling was bigger than big, but I’ve never admitted it even to myself. Of course I love her because I’ve never felt anything close to this, and when I’m with her, all it does is grow and make me want it even more. It’s like I can’t ever get enough, and my cravings only get worse when she’s not by my side.
I’m not sure how far I’ve walked or what’s happened, but when I finally realize what’s around me, I see I must have walked around the entire building, and now I’m in the parking lot at the front entrance. Deciding that I should do this the right way, I swallow hard and take a deep breath. I want to get all my words in order before I go back in there and apologize and then tell Frostie how I feel.
I’m such a fucking idiot for walking out of there, but I know I can make it up to her. I just need to explain and—
Right then, the front doors come crashing open, and I see Tinsel and Jack holding on to a furious Frostie. When she looks up and sees me, her anger hardens.
There’s a crowd of people behind her, and some are whispering to each other, but I can’t make out what anyone is saying.
“So you went and told them. That’s how you decided to get back at me?” It’s then I notice she’s holding the cake she entered into the contest.
“Frostie?” is all I manage to say before she stomps over to me and throws the cake in my face. The crowd of people start to laugh, and I hear footsteps walking away from me. I’ve got icing in my eyes so I can’t see where Frostie went, but I call out to her.
“You’re an asshole,” Tinsel hisses as I’m finally able to open my eyes. “And you made her waste cake, which is just as bad.”
In the distance, I see Frostie getting into Tinsel’s cruiser, but when I go to run after her, a hand on my chest stops me.
“Just give her a second,” Jack says, and I pause.
The times that I’ve talked with Jack, he’s always been level-headed and laid-back. He seems like a good guy who is completely in love with Tinsel and therefore cares for Frostie like she’s family. I know that he wouldn’t step in if he didn’t think it was a good idea, just like when he told me not to kill Ray.
“They told her she was disqualified because she used a store-bought cake mix,” Jack says, and I shake my head.
“I didn't tell anyone.”
“They knew somehow.” He glances out to the parking lot to where Tinsel is getting in the cruiser with Frostie.
“I fucked up,” I say and feel the weight of the world on my shoulders.
“Yeah, but it’s okay,” Jack says and pats my arm one more time before he starts to walk away. “Sometimes making up is the best part.”
Chapter Fifteen
FROSTIE
“Who gives a shit if you use box mix? Still tastes good,” Tins tries to reassure me, but I still can’t believe what happened.
When one of the judges walked over and informed me I’d been disqualified because of using boxed cake mix, I didn’t even try to argue with him. All I could think about was Clause telling my secret. I didn’t want to believe it, but how else would that have gotten out? I wouldn't have thought he’d walk away from me either, but he had. What if I don’t know him as well as I thought I did?
I still don’t understand why he stormed off. Did he think I wanted Ray? I was so shocked when Clause pounced on him, and I might have enjoyed it a bit too. I’ve never seen Clause so angry before, and for a second I loved how possessive he was…until it turned into something else. I never thought in a million years he’d lash out at me or ever tell anyone about the box mix bullshit, because that’s what it was. At least I thought it was bullshit. His flimsy but adorable way of getting my attention.
“I don’t care about the stupid boxed mix.” I swipe the tears from my cheeks. That’s the last thing I care about right now. “He betrayed me.”