Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 110824 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 554(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110824 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 554(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
I watch him and I could swear his body relaxes with my question. When his lips move into a semi-smirk, I’m almost positive. “Are you jealous, Kitten? Is that what this shit is about?”
“God, you’re so full of yourself. You spend months upon months telling me that I’m all you want and then make dates behind my back. I’m not jealous you asshole, I’m pissed off. Of all the men that I thought would lie to me, I didn’t think it would be you.”
“For the last time, Morgan is just someone connected to work.”
“Someone you’ve slept with,” I clarify. That wipes the smirk off his face. Yet, the guilt on his face kills me. He knows he’s hurt me, but there hasn’t been an apology at all.
“I met her by accident, Gia. It wasn’t planned. You know me better than that.”
“Maybe,” I acknowledge. “But the point is, you still made plans with her. You can’t be stupid enough to think that wouldn’t bother me, Victor.”
He looks surprised. I have no idea why. Maybe he thought that I would never stand up to him. It’s possible that I’ve been wrong, and because I allowed Victor to see me at my weakest and count on him to pull me out that he only views me as weak. God, does he think I’m someone so pitiful that I would ignore the fact he was meeting a woman who he slept with. A woman that called him at an ungodly hour and obviously felt confident in doing that. A woman who admitted that they used to mean a lot to one another.
“Is that what this is, Gia?” he asks, his voice controlled in a way that sounds detached. He’s never spoke like that to me before and it feels wrong now.
I stare at him, not understanding what he is saying. “What do you mean?”
“This asshole. You sitting in his lap, letting him touch you. Are you doing that to get back at me for hiring Morgan to do a job for me?”
“What I’m doing with Sam has nothing to do with you. Sam has been in my life a long time.”
“Really?”
“Yes, really,” I huff.
“Funny, I didn’t see him running to your side when you were in trouble. Come to think of it, I haven’t seen him or heard his name at all—not once in the time we’ve been together, Kitten. So maybe you should come up with another story and make this one I’ll believe.”
“I think you need to turn around and leave before I make Angie mad and beat the hell out of you,” Sam practically purrs.
I gasp in surprise, feeling flushed. I’ve never seen this side of Sam before. He’s not afraid of Victor at all. It’s almost as if he welcomes a fight with Victor. He has to be insane.
“Sam, stop.”
“I’m not going anywhere. This is where I live, and Gia is my woman. As far as I’m concerned, you’re the one who needs to leave.”
Sam just looks at Victor, shaking his head like Victor is crazy. “Then, we have a problem, because I’m not going anywhere either, because Angie is important to me, and I don’t think she wants you here.”
“You both need to stop before we all choke on the testosterone,” I finally get out, trying to control all of the emotions that are pushing through me. The trouble is, I find it near to impossible.
“Why aren’t you on a plane, Victor?”
“Plans changed this morning. Antonio caught us at the field. He needs the team somewhere else. So, I’m not heading out for a couple of hours. I guess I messed up your little rendezvous. I’ll give you a pro-tip free of charge, Kitten. If you want to string along two men at once, you should always make sure the other one is truly out of town before inviting the B-team candidate over.”
I physically flinch with Victor’s words. I gasp and I have to fight to keep from doing something stupid, like allowing myself to cry. I hate that crying is even an option. I’m not sad, I’m pissed. There’s a small voice inside my head that says I’m hurt, and I guess that’s true too. I choose to ignore it for now. If I have to, I can fall apart later.
“Would somewhere else be Phoenix?” I ask, my question may sound innocent, but it’s not and I can tell immediately that Victor realizes that.
“Did Emilia tell you?” he asks, sounding confused.
“No, your friend Morgan did that. She wanted to make sure you had her phone number. I can’t tell you how touched she was that you still had it programmed into your phone.”
“Jesus—”
“Of course, she said she shouldn’t have been surprised, considering how much the two of you meant to one another.”
Victor actually looks pale. He rakes his hand through his hair and stares at me. “Is there a reason that you couldn’t have fucking unloaded this on me last night, or maybe even this morning? Why couldn’t you give it to me so I could prove to you that it was nothing? What the hell, Gia? I think I’ve proved that I deserve more trust than this.”