Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 69787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
I grabbed his phone and pulled up the message. “Who the fuck is Dynasty?”
He didn’t look at the screen as it was held up in front of him, his expression hard because he was clearly pissed off at me when I was the only one who should be pissed off.
“‘Another photo to add to your collection’?” My voice rose higher and higher since I was so pissed, my chest caved in because I was so hurt. He hurt me—so bad. And that scared me most of all. I panicked, turned dramatic and ridiculous. Just the idea of him looking at another woman made me lose my shit. I pulled up the photo album. “What the fuck are these, Heath?” I threw the phone at his chest, hitting him hard. “How would you feel if I had a bunch of dick pics from all my old lovers? How would you feel if some guy texted me in the middle of the night?”
He let the phone drop to the ground, his chest rising and falling steadily as his face tinted a faint red color. When he spoke, his voice was loud, just like it had been in the basement where he saved me. “Dynasty is one of my whores. I’ve never hidden my past from you. I’ve never—”
“If she’s part of your past, why is she texting you now? You’ve been seeing me for over a month, Heath. Why the fuck is this bitch texting you?” My voice matched his, and if we didn’t calm down soon, someone was gonna call the cops.
“I can’t control what other people do—”
“Why is she texting you?”
His nostrils flared. “No idea. Haven’t seen the fucking message.”
I rolled my eyes. “Get the fuck out. Don’t come back.” I kicked his clothes at him.
He didn’t move. “You really think I’d mess around?” Now he lowered his voice, turning cold. “You really think I’d do some pussy shit like that?”
“No,” I snapped. “And that’s why this hurts so much.”
“Baby—”
“Don’t fucking call me that. I’m not your baby if other women are sending you pictures of their tits.”
He stepped closer to me.
I stepped back. “Come near me, and I swear…” I shook my head, ready to strike with everything I had.
He stopped. “I’m one of her best customers, and she’s obviously trying to entice me—”
“Would she do that if you told her you were seeing someone?” I snapped. “You obviously haven’t told her that.”
His nostrils flared again. “I don’t explain myself to people. I don’t even text her back. I’ve been so absorbed in you that I forget about the message the second she contacts me.”
“Then why do you still have all those pictures on your phone?”
He bowed his head slightly. “I haven’t looked at those in a long time. Honestly, I forgot they were even there.”
I rolled my eyes again.
“I’m telling you the truth.”
“Get the fuck out, Heath.” I turned around and walked away, moving to the other side of the bed.
He didn’t come after me. He bent down and picked up his phone from the ground. Then he had the audacity to press his thumbs against the screen and text someone.
“May as well tell your whore you’ll be there in a few minutes—”
“Shut the fuck up.” He lifted his gaze and came toward me, naked with his phone in his hand. He grabbed my wrist and shoved the phone into my hand. “I deleted all the photos. And I texted her back. Look.”
Out of defiance, I didn’t.
He raised his voice. “Now.”
I raised the phone to my face and read the message he’d already sent. I’ve got a woman, Dynasty. Don’t text me photos anymore, because my woman just saw it and she’s losing her fucking mind because she’s so head over heels for me that she can’t think straight. And I’m just as head over heels for her.
I couldn’t lift my gaze to look at him.
“Scroll up.”
“What?”
He pressed his finger to the screen and scrolled up, showing all the times she’d texted him and he never replied.
I dropped the phone and finally looked at him, still pissed.
“Yes, I would be fucking pissed if you had some other guy’s junk on your phone. Yes, I’d be pissed if some guy was hitting you up in the middle of the night. But I know you would never mess around on me. Because I trust you.” He got closer into my face. “I fucking trust you.” His blue eyes pierced into mine. “I admit I should have deleted those photos now that I’m committed to you, but I just forgot about them. You need to trust me, Catalina. Because I’m your man, and as your man, you can trust me—implicitly.” He turned away and walked back to his clothes on the floor. He started to get dressed, no longer looking at me. “Let me know when you’re ready to apologize.”