Total pages in book: 148
Estimated words: 135517 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 678(@200wpm)___ 542(@250wpm)___ 452(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 135517 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 678(@200wpm)___ 542(@250wpm)___ 452(@300wpm)
The fact that she hadn’t come knocking on my door tells me that something strange was at play.
I don’t think Ryder would’ve lied to me about the divorce, so my guess is those men he told me about had a hand in whatever was going on here. I should’ve asked more questions, but it’s too late for that now, isn’t it?
As soon as he disappeared into the bathroom, I high-tailed it to the guest bath down the hall.
Well, I moved as fast as I could since muscles that had lain dormant for five years gave and pulled with each step I took. I think that freak had grown in size since the last time we made love. Either that or I’d grown smaller.
It was only in the shower that I realized there was so much I still wanted to ask him, but I’d be damned if I was asking him anything now after making a fool of myself.
My face heated with embarrassment when I remembered how I’d clung to him, how I’d cried out his name when I came, and how much I’d enjoyed myself. Something else I wish I could be was the kind of woman who could have casual sex and move on with my day.
But I had never been the type, and I wasn’t about to start now. Neither was I going to tell him that he’d improved his technique. I looked down with a scowl at my silent friend after soaping her up. This bitch never could learn a damn lesson if her life depended on it where his worthless hide was concerned. “Fool! Now, you’re sore and red. Serves you right.”
Good heavens, I’m talking to my cooch. I think I might need an emergency meeting with my therapist, but I’ve never felt so aware and in tune with myself. But why does it always have to be him?
This time was not much different from all the other times in the past when we’d break up and come back together like a moth to a flame.
For someone like me who believed in a higher power and fate, I knew that somewhere in there was a message that he was the one. I’ve always believed that even when things were at their worst between us. Even believing it, there were times that I’d had enough and just couldn’t take another step forward with the relationship.
But I’m not the one who broke our bond this time, and I’ve never been the reason in the past. It’s true that in the past, because of outside interference like my family and friends, I had broken things off with him a couple of times because of his erratic behavior. But I always came back to him, or he to me, because we were never any good without each other.
But he’d put someone else between us this time, and this was our longest break. A break I thought would last the rest of my lifetime. I thought that I’d learned how to live without him, but the truth I now realize is that I was only existing and not really living, something I hate to admit. If he ever learns this, I’ll never get rid of him. A small voice in my head whispered that I didn’t really want to. “Shut up!”
I left the shower, hoping he’d left and dreading it at the same time, and walked into the bedroom to find him lounging on my bed as he lived there. We just stared at each other, not saying anything for the longest time, and I really looked at him for the first time.
He’d grown up, as had I. We were both a long way from the kids we were when we first met, and we both looked at it but in a good way. His face was more man than boy, his body more muscular than I remembered. He had the nerve to pat the bed next to him for me to join him. “You’re still here?”
“I told you I’m not going anywhere. I came here to fix this once and for all, and I’m not leaving until it’s done.”
He ignored my glare which just made me want to brain him with something. And why the hell doesn’t he have on any clothes under that sheet? My eyes dropped to the tent in the sheet before I caught myself, and they flew back to his face, where I found him smirking and went on the defensive. What the hell were we talking about again? Oh yeah! Him being a hardheaded ass.
“Well, that’s not new; you never listen. Fine, suit yourself, stay if you want, but I don’t have to be in the same room as you.” I started to leave the room again.
“I’m willing to listen now, but if I’m not here, and if you’re not here with me, how am I going to listen?”