Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 83970 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83970 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
I swallow roughly and sit up against the headboard, prepared, at least, to seem like I’m paying attention to him. Looking at him before he even says a word, makes me question the whole situation. He looks broken and dejected. He looks sad, and it reminds me of the way Bobby looked at me the first time he hit me and was begging for forgiveness.
I steel my spine and hold my head higher. I will not be manipulated into a situation like that again. I know Diego would never hit me, but cheating is just as bad as physical abuse.
He just looks at me and my resolve begins to crack, and I hate that he has that kind of power over me. I couldn’t tell you when it happened, but if I were happy at this exact second I would deny that he even had the ability to give me a look and make me change how I felt. I realize I don’t want to be mad at him, but at the same time, I didn’t want to go to his room after he was so distant with me all day to find a naked woman in his bed either.
I look past him because looking into his eyes will make me want to stay, even knowing how the relationship or whatever name he’d give it would be, including the other girls.
“Are you really that indifferent to me?” I’m surprised he can’t read me like a book.
Maybe he doesn’t care enough to look deeper?
The thought makes my stomach twist in knots.
“Say what you need to say, Kincaid, and then please leave.”
“Don’t call me that,” he hisses.
I level my stare at him. “Everyone calls you Kincaid.”
“Not you. Everyone but you.”
“Now? Now you want me to be different from everyone else?” I keep my voice calm and do my best to keep all the emotion out of it.
“You’ve always been different, Emmalyn. You have to know that.” He takes a step closer but keeps some distance between us.
I shake my head but still look past him.
“This is the second time you’ve run from me, Em. It will be the last.”
“It will,” I whisper. “Promise.”
He sucks in a sharp breath when he realizes my intention is not to run again after today, but to never have to because we won’t be together.
“I’ll admit that I was wrong,” he pauses, and my eyes snap to him. If he admits that he just slept with Bunny less than twenty-four hours after he slept with me, I’ll lose it. “I never should’ve acted the way I did the first time you walked into the kitchen and Bunny was all over me.” I release a breath I didn’t know I was holding. “You’re still punishing me for that when I’ve done nothing else wrong.”
I continue to glare at him. “Twice.” I wave two fingers in front of my face. “Two times I’ve walked in and found her naked, and, this time, she looked very satisfied.”
“She wasn’t supposed to be in there, Em.”
“I know I could tell by the look on your face. It was clear she was supposed to be gone already.” I swipe at a rogue tear that managed to escape.
“Gone? What the hell are you talking about?” He looks at me like I’m not making sense, as if for the first time he’s even considering that I would think he messed around with her. “You think… you think I fucked her?”
I tilt my head. “Obviously.”
“That’s… I can’t even… you’re serious?” He stammers his thoughts out but never completes a full one.
“She was in your room… again. Naked, under your covers with an ‘I just got fucked’ look on her face, and you think I’m being audacious?” The confused look on his face cracks my walls just slightly. “You think I’m mad because she was just there?”
“I went to the room and got a quick shower, Emmalyn. When I came out to get dressed, you were there, and she was in the bed. I didn’t fuck her and then go get a shower.”
“Okay.” I say and continue to look past him, begging my mind not to believe him even though what he’s saying and how he’s acting makes sense.
“Okay?” He begins to walk past me. When I continue not to make eye contact with him, he drops his hands by his side. “Just like that. Some bitch takes it upon herself to make it look like we’re messing around and you believe her? You believe her and just walk away from what we have?”
“What more do you want?” I whisper it because I’m on the verge of tears again, and I’m so very tired of crying.
He huffs. “What do I want? I want you to fight!” His voice is raised higher than it has been since he walked into the room.