“Don’t you dare take another step,” she hissed. “I don’t want to see you ever again.”
I felt like she’d slapped me. What the hell? “Rebecca? What happened? Talk to me.”
“I don’t want to talk to you,” she exploded, her face twisting in fury. She was trembling hard, and I felt so fucking confused because I had no idea what could have happened that made her this angry. “You are the most despicable person I’ve ever met. You are a liar! So, go away and don’t come near me ever again.”
The next moment she slammed the door in my face, and all I could do was look at it, feeling completely flabbergasted.
What kind of shit was this now? I couldn’t believe she was so angry!
The worst part of this was that she didn’t even want to talk to me. She was clearly mad at me for something I wasn’t even aware of.
I clenched my fists, willing myself to calm down my breathing, and took a step backward.
I didn’t understand. The last time we were together had been so hot and had blown my mind. Everything had been perfect so far. We got along great and the project was also going well.
So what had happened?
She’d called me a liar, and I had no idea what she was talking about. I’d never lied to her, so now I was more confused than ever.
“Shit,” I hissed and finally moved, looking one last time at the door she’d slammed in my face. She really wouldn’t open it and talk with me, huh?
I shook my head and rushed down the stairs. I was feeling bitter and hurt, but what bothered me the most was the feeling of emptiness that was spreading through me. It was something I’d never experienced before. I was shocked, because I’d never thought I would ever feel like this, but now that I fell for her so hard, I needed her more than ever, and this situation was making me feel like shit.
I needed her back, but I had no idea how to do that.
18
Rebecca
I’d thought the next day would be better. I’d thought the hurt would pass and I would be able to think more clearly after I took some rest.
I was so wrong. The next day had come, and I felt worse than before.
Even though I’d been trying to fall asleep the whole night, tossing and turning in my bed again and again, I finally gave up and spent the rest of the night staring at the ceiling and feeling more miserable.
At six in the morning I got out of my bed, dragged myself to my kitchen, and sat down on the chair, contemplating whether to drink coffee or not. I was exhausted and I needed something to give me energy badly, but I never drank coffee since I hated it.
I got up and choose to make some tea instead. Maybe it would calm my horrible nerves.
I couldn’t believe I fell for Charles’s lies. When he appeared on my doorstep yesterday, I thought I was delusional. I didn’t expect him at all, especially since I’d been ignoring all his calls, and he’d called me a bunch of times.
How did he know where I lived?
I rolled my eyes. “You work for him, Rebecca,” I muttered sarcastically to myself. “He is the owner, and it’s not that difficult for him to find your address in the company’s files.”
I poured my tea in the cup and went to the living room.
I felt angry at myself, because the moment I saw him yesterday, looking all worried for me, I actually wanted to fall into his embrace. I wanted him to tell me I’d misunderstood everything and he never lied to me. Then I remembered he was a liar and a manipulator, and he would definitely feed me with more lies. There was no justification or other explanation—Charles Talon had lied to me from the beginning and he didn’t feel even a flicker of warm emotions toward me. He’d just used me.
I started crying again. I didn’t remember when the last time I cried this was much. I’d cried the whole day yesterday, but apparently that wasn’t enough for my tear ducts. I was supposed to be stronger than this, but the truth was I didn’t know what to do now. This project was obviously a failure, so I had to think about something else...
I turned on my TV and switched the channels until I saw a familiar building on the screen. I increased the volume, realizing this was a news story about the hotel. There was the reporter who interviewed the guy I’d overheard at the hotel saying it would be torn down.
“Can you tell us more about the future of this building?” the reporter asked him.
“There is actually no future for it. It will be demolished soon.”
“Why would it be demolished?”