So that’s why she wants to be with Donovan.
“Callie, that doesn’t make sense. If you mean because of Dal then you don’t have to worry about that because she shares with Re… ouch.”
I kick him under the table as Callie jumps up and gasps.
Her eyes fill with tears as she faces me. “You lied to me.” She wipes her face before turning and walking out of the coffee house with Thalia following her.
“You’re a dick,” Phoenix says, as he moves to follow Thalia out the door.
“I take it you didn’t admit that part?”
I turn to face Donovan. “Why the fuck would I tell my girl that when Dal comes to visit she sleeps with me? You know nothing goes on and that I’ve never been intimate with her, so why the fuck would I tell her that when I know it’s going to upset her?” I can’t control my voice and I know I’m shouting practically nose to nose with him.
“Get pissed at me all you want, but it won’t change the fact that Dal would have said something because she likes pissing people off, and we both know that she’s not going to be happy that you can’t devote all your time to her like you usually do. Then again, maybe you can because I don’t think Callie’s too impressed with you right now.”
God, this is so fucking screwed up. This is the reason why I tried to stay away from her. I saw how much I hurt her when I left before and I didn’t want to hurt her again, which I have. “Fuck!”
I drop back down onto the bench seat, followed a few seconds later by Donovan.
“This relationship you have with Dal is screwing up your life, whether you want to believe that or not. You need to talk to Callie and tell her the truth about you both before you lose the best thing that’s ever happened to you.”
My head snaps up when it sinks in that he said to tell her the truth about us. “What do you mean by the truth?”
He sighs and looks away before meeting my eyes. “I know who she is to you Reece. I heard you on the phone the other day. I haven’t told anyone and I won’t… You need to though because I saw the hurt all over Callie’s face. I know you’ve only been together a week, but the fact is you both connected back in the summer even though you screwed that up as well… Just fucking tell her man because I’ve had enough of this shit.”
He stands up, jumps over the table because I’m blocking him in, and leaves me, and my thoughts alone in the coffee house.
I hated listening to Callie asking him to hang out with her. I hated it so fucking much I felt like I was going to puke…after I punched him, that is. I hated even more listening to him admit he knows what’s going on between Dal and me. But I was too busy thinking about Callie walking away from me, and thinking about what to do to get her back that it didn’t really register until he’d left.
Perhaps I have been living on a cloud thinking bringing Callie and Dal together is a good idea. I drop my head into my hands and rub my bald scalp, wishing I had hair to yank.
Dal hates sharing my time when she visits, which I guess could be a problem with Callie because she’s my girl…or was…no, she still is, I won’t have it any other way. She has the right to demand my attention and I’ve basically blown her off for Dal.
I’ll get Donovan to bring Callie down to the club Friday night and introduce them…and hope to God they both keep their claws retracted.
The question is, do I go after her now and try to explain, or should I let her cool down? Okay, cool down. Hopefully all will be back to normal once she’s met Dal and seen we really don’t have anything between us.
Chapter 19
Callie
“Now darlin’ tell Donovan all about it.” He grins and plops down on the sofa before pulling me into his arms.
Donovan arrived about ten minutes earlier just as Phoenix and Thalia were on their way out so I couldn’t avoid him. I’m not sure at this point if I want to avoid him anymore. I know he’s a friend of Reece’s, but I kinda like talking to him although sometimes I have trouble focusing when he grins at me, because it brings back images of his naked form standing over me while jacking off. Great going, Callie – now you’re not only flushed, but turned on.
I wiggle around and pull my legs under me, hoping he doesn’t know what he does to me because this kind of reaction to someone who isn’t Reece shouldn’t be happening.
“Hmm. What are you thinking about?” He asks with a hint of laughter in his voice.
“I’m not telling.” I elbow him in the ribs. “Gentlemen don’t ask questions.”
He throws his head back and laughs. “I’m no gentleman, but whatever you were thinking about put some color back into your cheeks and had you squirming around in your seat. So I may not be a gentleman, but I’m observant. I actually think you were remembering me naked,” he announces with a smug look across his face.
My blush deepens, but I refuse to show my embarrassment so I fight back instead, “If you must know, I was thinking about you naked, standing over me, jacking off – that was so hot.”
Now, I have the smug look as he gives me an embarrassed laugh and won’t meet my eyes. I take hold of his face and make him look at me. “I like you Donovan and you have no idea how much I wish it had been us who had connected…but it wasn’t…and I really…”
“Miss Reece,” he finishes for me.