Total pages in book: 163
Estimated words: 164828 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 824(@200wpm)___ 659(@250wpm)___ 549(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 164828 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 824(@200wpm)___ 659(@250wpm)___ 549(@300wpm)
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“I come here and lay my heart out for you, and you reject me again anyway.”
“What?” I snap. “Don’t you dare get angry with me for not jumping back into your arms.” I pick up my drink and take a huge gulp. I’m getting angry, too, now. Does he think I should jump into his arms at the snap of his fingers? “While you’ve been fucking yourself better, I’ve been devastated. So, forgive me for not wanting to jump back into bed with you, Nathan.”
He rolls his eyes. “How long are you going to throw that in my face for?”
“You know what?” I stand in a huff. “I’m not. That was the last time.” I turn and storm out of the bar. Who the hell does he think he is?
Nathan Mercer is still an asshole.
27
Eliza
I march up the sidewalk, toward the cab rank.
“I can’t believe I wasted my time even talking to him,” I mutter as I storm along. “Comes back here, says a few pretty words, and thinks I should drop to my knees and suck his second-hand dick. How many people has he fucked while we were apart? I’m done. So fucking done with him.” I’m banged hard on the shoulder by a man walking past me. “Ouch.”
“Sorry,” he calls.
I keep storming and see the cab rank up ahead. There are two people waiting in line but no cabs. It begins to sprinkle with rain.
“Oh, great, this is just what I need.”
How many times are you going to throw that in my face?
I narrow my eyes as my blood begins to boil, and this is exactly my point.
Nathan Mercer is a selfish fuckface who only cares about himself.
“Eliza!” he pants as he reaches me. He must have been running to find me.
I cross my arms in front of me. “Go away, I have nothing to say to you.”
“What?” He breathes heavily. “We haven’t finished talking.”
“Yes, we have.”
The rain begins to get heavier, and I roll my eyes. Is this for real? It hasn’t rained for weeks, and the one fucking night I’m out without a cab, it decides to come down.
“Why can’t we try again?” he asks.
“Because you’re an entitled asshole, that’s why.” I snap.
“How am I entitled?” He gasps.
“You break my fucking heart, turn up here and demand I come back to you at the snap of your fingers.”
“You said you loved me.”
“I said I loved you back then, asshole.”
He narrows his eyes. I know he doesn’t like being called an asshole. Well, too bad, because he is. “So, you don’t love me now?”
“No.” I stare straight ahead. “I don’t, actually.”
“Liar.”
“Just go away, Nathan.”
The rain begins to really come down.
“Are you fucking serious?” I cry to the Gods. I storm over to stand under an awning, and I take out my phone.
“What are you doing?”
“Calling an Uber. What does it look like?”
“Why are you being such a fucking bitch?” He whispers angrily.
I lower my phone and glare at him. “Your mouth is too big for your own good.”
His eyes bulge.
“You’re an ostrich.” I go back to my phone.
“What does that mean?”
“It means”—I huff—“that you bury your head in the sand, and that your eyeball is bigger than your fucking brain.”
“Listen.” He sneers, and the rain really begins to pour down now, bouncing up from the sidewalk and hitting us as we stand under the awning. It’s loud, and we have to yell to hear each other. “Okay, I asked you to come back to me. That doesn’t make me fucking stupid.”
“No. What makes you stupid is the fact that you think I would come back to you like this.”
He frowns and opens his mouth to say something, and then shuts it again. I’ve got him.
I book my Uber, and put my phone back in my handbag.
“What do you want from me?” he asks.
“Nothing.”
“So how do we fix this?”
“I don’t want to fix this.”
He puts his hands on his hips. “I’m one minute away from dragging you back into the fucking bar, Eliza. Tell me how to fucking fix this?” He growls in frustration.
“I’m not looking for a boyfriend, Nathan. You can be my friend but that’s it, and with your track record, I’m not even sure I want you as that.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means I’ve been in a city where I know nobody for six months, and you haven’t fucking checked on me once. You’re a shitty friend, that’s what.”
He clenches his jaw as he glares at me.
“But that’s okay. I know you were busy.” I flick my hair over my collar as I stare straight ahead. I’m going for an Oscar here. I’m being overdramatic but to hell with it. He deserves it.
“Meaning what?”
My blood pressure rises to boiling point. “Let’s just say that your last six months look very different from mine.”