Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 15471 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 77(@200wpm)___ 62(@250wpm)___ 52(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 15471 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 77(@200wpm)___ 62(@250wpm)___ 52(@300wpm)
He was supposed to fuck her out of his system, but that hadn’t worked.
Sipping at his coffee, he appreciated the bitter taste.
“We’re going to be heading out today,” Colonel said.
“I’ll be right there with you.” There was nowhere else he wanted to go.
Charity … was … it was over. She had a life to live.
He didn’t know why that thought hurt his damn chest.
Chapter Six
Bad left without a word. He snuck out with no last goodbye.
No kiss. Nothing.
Charity figured it was what he’d do, so she cried her last tears in the apartment they had once shared before. She left behind a lot of memories, but she also didn’t mind. It was time to move on, and the way to do that was to carry on with her plan.
The moment her rental agreement was up, she handed in the keys, climbed into her car, and took off, heading to wherever the road took her.
For an entire week, she drove, stopping when she felt tired, hungry, or to fill up with gas. Sometimes, she slept in a hotel, other times, she crashed in the back of her car. She knew it was dangerous, but she was always careful. Always.
She had wanderlust, but she wasn’t stupid.
Each time she made a stop, she checked her cell phone to see if she had any missed calls or messages.
Nothing.
Bad really was gone, and she tried to ignore the pain.
He’d been the first guy she ever had a crush on. The first guy she ever loved. Those few hours had been a dream come true. What she couldn’t believe was the fact Bad wanted her too. He’d wanted her.
Once again, her brother had meddled in her life, and it had torn both of them apart, spending the last ten years far away from each other.
“Stop it, Charity.” She gripped the steering wheel tighter, trying to focus on the outside, the scenery, rather than the crushing pain within her chest.
Being with Bad was supposed to be cathartic. A way of ridding the feelings she’d tried to keep under wraps for years.
None of it was helping. None of it.
Damn it. She swiped at her cheek, hating the fact she was crying.
Her stomach began to growl, and she realized she hadn’t eaten anything since yesterday morning.
Pulling off the main road, she hit some of the streets, checking the signs. She saw one for a park up ahead and quickly hit the indicator, taking her toward the park where she could go for a walk and eat something.
The park was busy, but she found a spot and pulled her car into it. She turned off the ignition and pulled down her visor to look into the mirror. Wiping at her face, she hated crying.
The tears were not welcome to her, and she wanted them gone.
Her love for Bad hadn’t diminished like she assumed it would. No, it was still part of her.
Stupid love. Stupid feelings. She hated these thoughts and feelings.
Thrusting up the visor, she climbed out of her car, angrier than before. After slamming the door, she locked her car and then headed toward the park. She had to stretch her legs. To get rid of the thoughts running riot through her mind.
This wasn’t good. This wasn’t fun.
She spotted a bunch of kids having fun, as well as families, basking in the late summer sun.
Good for them. They looked happy.
I’m not happy.
“Shut up.” She muttered the words to herself, not caring if anyone heard her.
Hands clenched, she took off at a brisk pace and kept on walking, not stopping for a single second.
This was the only way she knew how to silence her own thoughts. She had to get the image of Bad out of her mind. Seeing him above her, behind her, surrounding her.
They were never going to be together. Even allowing herself the chance to think it was utterly ridiculous. She and Bad were over.
After ten minutes of nonstop walking, she came to a tree, closed her eyes, and breathed.
It was a big mistake. All she could see were those few hours when Bad was all hers, when he wasn’t following her brother’s orders.
They had been on fire together.
Ten years, they had spent apart.
One night. A single damn night had been the best of her life, and now she couldn’t stop thinking about it.
She missed Bad. She loved him so much.
But he hadn’t picked her. He hadn’t asked her to join him. No, he had walked away. She put a hand to her chest, hating the sudden shock to her body.
“Hey, are you all right?”
She opened her eyes to see a young woman had stopped in front of her. She was jogging on the spot, trying to keep her body pumping.
“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine.” She forced a smile to her lips.
“You sure?”
She nodded. Yep. She was sure. There was no reason to alarm anyone. All she was dealing with was heartbreak, and she told the other woman so she’d move on.