Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 96249 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96249 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
If I can get her to myself, I plan to make up for lost time. A smile comes to my face as I think of the sounds she makes in the throes of passion. I can’t wait to look deep into her eyes as I thrust into her.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” I bite out as I stop in my tracks before the restaurant we’re walking past.
The smile falls from my face and my nostrils flare. I would never lie to Lynn like this. I had truly wanted to see her and spend time with her—I guess that was just me.
“What? What just happened?” Tom asks, placing a hand on my forearm.
“She lied to me. She said she had plans with friends.” I point through the window. “That’s not plans with friends. That’s dinner with fucking Cody Billings. What the fuck?” I snarl.
I’m looking at her sitting in a fancy restaurant at a table with Cody. I can’t believe my eyes. Hurt doesn’t even begin to describe how I feel.
“Trev, I’m sure there’s a logical explanation for this. Calm down,” Cliff says.
Cliff’s words are lost on me as I watch Billings pull out a small jewelry box and open it, facing Lynn. She stares for a moment. I wait with bated breath for her reaction.
Then she nods her head. Billings leans in to pull her into his embrace.
“Whoa, hold on now. You back away from this window. We don’t need a repeat of what happened in Paris,” Tom says, pulling me away from it.
I spin on my heels and storm off in the direction of the bar we were heading to. My fists are clenched at my sides to keep me from turning around and beating the shit out of Billings. Did he wait for my girl to get to New York to steal her from me?
What the hell is Lynn thinking? I love that woman with everything I am. How could she do this?
“Trev, I don’t believe that was what you think.”
“I should go back there and find out,” I bite out.
“Aw, hell naw. I’m not bailing your ass out of jail tonight. I want to go to this bar and have a good time. Let’s have a beer. You can calm down. Then tomorrow, we’ll find out what all that’s about,” Tom says.
“He’s right, Trev. I’ll buy the first round,” Cliff says.
I grunt and make my way into the bar. A group of our old high school friends releases a cheer from the back corner. I head over in that direction with a scowl on my face.
***
I know I’ve had way too much to drink. I can’t get the image of Billings with Lynn out of my head. After my first few drinks, I went from wondering what I did wrong to trying to drown my thoughts completely.
Maybe I’ve been going about this all wrong. If I stay single and focus on football, I can play for ten years and start my construction company after that. The more I mull the thought over, the more it sounds right.
“Why do I even bother coming out?” Cliff slurs beside me.
“Because you need to be around people. You can’t tuck yourself away. You still have so much to do,” Roger says to him.
I grunt in agreement. I’m happy to have someone here to tell him what I’ve been telling him for months. Cliff has been spiraling out since his daddy died.
“That’s not true. I died the night she did. I have nothing left.”
“Look who just walked in,” Blaine croons.
I turn my head lazily. A groan leaves me as I see Corinne walk in with Donna. Turning back to my drink, I toss it back.
I should toss some money down and leave now, but I’m not drunk enough and Tom is my ride. Instead of leaving, I head to the bar for another beer and two shots of whiskey.
Once I have my drinks, I head off to the other side of the bar to be alone with my thoughts. I don’t miss that Corinne has sidled up next to Cliff. I blink and shake my head.
I should get up and go save my cousin, I should, but I can’t. Those last two shots may have done the job I was looking for. The pain isn’t searing as much.
I’m starting to feel numb. I prefer it this way. I asked Lynn to marry me and she said no.
Billings asks her and she gives him a yes? What the fuck? Am I not good enough for her?
I begin to mutter to myself as I sit in the booth alone. For a while, I think I’m going to be left to rant and sulk to myself. However, as I should’ve known, Donna slinks her ass right over and slides into the booth beside me.