Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 83221 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83221 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
“Callum…”
Her voice is soft and barely reaches me in the front seat. I pretend not to hear. Ignoring her futile attempts to speak to me, I focus on the road and my anger. Not the nervous rushes of her breathing or the occasional sniffle. It’ll only weaken me and I need to stay pissed.
I will not beg someone to be loyal to me.
When we’re near her house, I put the vehicle into park and drum my fingers on the steering wheel in an impatient way that says, “Get the fuck out of my car already.” She doesn’t move.
“Callum—”
“Get out.”
I meet her eyes in the mirror. They’re round, clearly shocked at my words and the venom behind them.
“W-What?”
“I said get out of my fucking car, Miss Reyes.”
She leans forward and curls her fingers around my bicep. “Callum, can we talk?”
I jerk my body away from her grip and scowl over my shoulder at her. This close, I’m tempted to get lost in her pretty, innocent features. I crave to kiss her supple lips and pretend this is all a damn nightmare.
“I can’t talk to you,” I clip out. “Not now. Not…ever.”
She sucks in a harsh breath. “What? Why? Because I went to the party?”
I grit my teeth and wince at the pain that shoots through my jaw before relaxing slightly so I don’t break my teeth. “Because you’re a liar,” I snarl. “And a fucking cheater.”
A shocked gasp escapes her and then she’s scrambling out of the car. The door slams behind her. I can’t help but fixate on her barely clothed ass—an ass that Spencer was grinding against this evening. She stops mid-step and then whirls around. Like a storm of fury, she charges my way. She beats her fist on the glass until I lower the window.
“You’re an asshole, Callum,” she spits out, tears welling but not falling. “You didn’t even give me a chance to explain myself.”
I scoff and sneer at her. “Explain yourself? The pictures explained it all. I saw how you were five seconds away from a fucking threesome with my goddamn brother and nephew! For fuck’s sake, Willa, you had to have known how this would destroy me.”
Her bottom lip wobbles and a tear leaks free. She hastily swipes it away and her nostrils flare.
“I’m not her and yet you keep comparing me to her,” she hisses, reaching into the car and poking me hard on the arm. “I am not like Jamie, and deep down you know it, but you’re just too stupid to see it.”
“You lied to me,” I snap, glowering up at her through the open window. “You said you wouldn’t go to the party and you went anyway. I didn’t even get as much as a courtesy text.”
She blinks at me several times, her expressions a constant war of hurt and anger. What the hell does she have to be angry about? I’m the one who was wronged here.
“You clearly don’t trust me and probably never will.” She tears her gaze from mine to stare up at the sky. “I guess it’s not going to work out after all.”
She’s so damn beautiful with the moonlight shining over her silky hair and highlighting her pretty face. I ache for what could have been between us. Up until tonight, everything felt so real. So perfect. And now it’s ruined. Once again, I got lulled into a false sense of security by a beautiful young woman.
An ugly villain in a lovely package.
“Goodbye, Callum,” she chokes out before turning on her heel and heading toward her house.
I clamp my lips together to keep from calling out to her. I want to continue to make her feel like shit for how she hurt me. But I also want to pull her close and pretend it never happened. I want to kiss her and make love to her. I want to fucking keep her forever.
The air is chilly tonight, but it doesn’t even begin to touch the coldness seeping into my heart. Or what’s left of it anyway. What little bit I had just walked away from me and climbed through a window.
Never again.
This is one lesson I refuse to learn a third time. Once sucked, but two is more than I can handle. With a sigh and a hard swallow to keep my emotions at bay, I put my car in drive.
I leave her behind.
As much as I don’t want to leave my heart with her, I’m forced to. My brain speaks logic and the farther away I get, the more my decision makes sense.
It’s better this way.
The lie sounds good in my head, even though every cell in my body begs me to turn around.
I don’t.
I drive and drive and drive until I’m numb.
Numb feels a lot better than soul-crushing pain.
Numb is the new me.
Willa
Throb. Throb. Throb.