Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 73043 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73043 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
“The lie that she told the day at the hospital when I couldn’t fucking remember anything to tell her differently,” he said, his eyes on me.
“And what was that?” I breathed, hope filling my voice. Not to mention my heart.
“Her being my fiancée,” he answered instantly. “She was never anything more to me than what she was, which was a means to get in with and watch her father.”
“Rafe…” I whispered.
“She’s not my fiancée,” he said moments later. “She never has been, and she never will be. The most we’ve ever done—at least before I lost my memories—was kiss.”
My stomach bottomed out.
“What did you do after?”
I didn’t want to know.
I really didn’t.
But I had to know. I had to know so we could put this behind us.
His eyes stayed steady on me, then a door opened down the hall behind us.
He yanked me into his hotel room and slammed the door shut, causing me to gasp in surprise at the suddenness of his movements.
Rafe’s eyes stayed steady on me as he pushed me up against the door.
“Wouldn’t want that slime bag husband of yours interrupting us,” he growled, suddenly very mad.
I opened my mouth to explain, but he stopped me.
“You should’ve told me,” he whispered. “You should’ve stayed strong. You should’ve waited. You should’ve believed in me.”
“I…”
“You didn’t,” he hissed. “You didn’t believe in me. Nobody ever does.”
I narrowed my eyes, again opening my mouth to say something, but he stopped me again before I could.
“I don’t want to hear it.”
I gritted my teeth.
“She lied about being my fiancée,” he said. “Then you lied by not telling me everything. By letting me believe that we didn’t have anything. Everybody lied. Trace. Your father. Sam. My sister. Everybody else, I would’ve been okay with. What I’m not okay with is you not telling me the truth, and then going and getting yourself hitched. I think, out of everything that’s happened to me, that hurts the worst.”
Before he could say another word, I pushed him away from me as hard as I could, anger making my blood simmer.
“I didn’t get married,” I growled. “I hoped, by me going through it all, that you’d remember. That you’d remember leaving me behind. But you didn’t. And I got desperate, okay? I got desperate, and I wanted you to remember. I wanted you back in my life. I wanted you to be there, and that was the only way I could do it under the circumstances.”
“What circumstances?” he hissed.
“You know,” I urged. “I know. You know. Everybody knows.”
“Humor me.” He crossed his arms over his chest. “What does everybody know?”
I opened my mouth to tell him, the devastation clear in my voice as well as the pain in my chest, but the pounding in the hallway temporarily halted what I was about to say.
“What…”
“Janie, open the door!”
Chapter 15
Females don’t want much. Except your time, attention, money, bank account information, all of your sweatshirts…I forgot where I was going with this.
-Rafe to Janie
Rafe
A smile started to lift the corner of one lip.
“Janie!” Tegan, the slime bag, screamed. “I know you’re in there, and we’re going to talk about this!”
Janie sighed and covered her face with her hands.
My smile went full-blown.
“I’ve been waiting three months to do this…” I breathed.
Then I let go of her, pushed her slightly to the side, and opened the door.
Janie grabbed onto my hand, but she wasn’t going to stop me.
This was about to go down.
I’d been waiting for this for a long time, and I couldn’t wait anymore.
Knowing that he was nothing to Janie, and probably never had been, it was time.
It was time for Tegan the Ass Hat to know what he was messing with.
“Rafe,” she hissed, giving one more yank to get my attention. “Please don’t do this.”
I pulled away from her hold and turned before she could jump on my back. Something I knew almost instinctively that she was going to try to do.
I caught her in my arms when she went to leap and moved until we were in the doorway, my back the only thing that was visible to the rest of the hallway.
“Listen to me,” I whispered, eyes locked on hers. “I had to go through three fucking months of seeing him with you. Two of those months knowing that you were about to marry him. You sent me a goddamn invitation to your wedding. I. Deserve. This.”
Janie’s lips thinned.
“I won’t hurt him,” I promised. “Much.”
She sagged. “Okay.”
I winked at her, pressed a hot kiss to her mouth, and then urged her to go to her feet. Which she did after a slight moment of hesitation.
I turned, leaving her there, and moved out into the hallway where Tegan was slowly picking up steam. Now he was pounding on the door, and he looked quite a bit more disheveled than he did a few hours ago.