Room 452

I stare back. “The elevator story. Was that your line on me?”

I hold my breath waiting for his answer. This is his opportunity to tell me what he’s feeling. If Chip was right, then he’d tell me how he feels. He’d tell me that this was more than sex. After what we just did, I can’t think straight unless I know because what I’m feeling right now toward this man is dangerous if he doesn’t feel the same way.

“Blake…” He trails off.

That's all I need to know. I can’t believe I was so stupid. I give him a half smile. “I have to go.”

I stand quickly and throw my dress over my head. I walk out of his room before he even has the chance to get out of bed. I grab my phone off the counter and order a car to come pick me up.

“Blake.” Sawyer says as he comes out of the room in only his underwear. “C’mon, what’s going on?”

I can’t look at him, so I walk around his house grabbing anything that I brought here. “I just have things to take care of this weekend. I can’t stay here another night.”

“Don’t bullshit me!” He yells.

I whip around and stare at him right in the eye. “Why not? It’s all you do.”

He looks angrily back at me. “We agreed to no more games.”

I squeeze my hands into fists to try to reel in my emotions. “Right. No games. This was just sex. That’s done, so I’m leaving now.”

“Blake.” He tries again.

I close my eyes for a moment. “Give me a reason to stay.” I whisper back.

He opens his mouth to say something, but then he closes it again. My eyes don’t move from his as I wait for him to say something. Anything. He doesn’t though, and my phone dings letting me know my car arrived. “I have to go.” I say and then I run out the door and into the car before he can stop me.

As the car pulls away, I feel the tears running down my cheeks. I knew this was a mistake. Why the fuck didn’t I listen to myself? I never should have gotten involved with him in the first place.

Chapter 15

I barely left my bed on Sunday. I didn’t want to talk to anyone. I even ordered food in but noted for the delivery driver to leave the food on my porch so I didn’t have to talk to anyone.

Sawyer called and texted a bunch of times, but I didn’t respond to any of them. Chip was right. It was a bad idea to even hang out Saturday, but I definitely can’t keep seeing him now. I have to cut him off completely. The only reason we need to talk now is for work, and hopefully I can convince my dad to figure something out because I don’t think I can handle working with him. Not now.

I snuck into the office early Monday to make sure I avoided him at all costs. I blocked out the office in the basement for the whole day. The basement is mostly full of storage, but my dad had them put in one closed off office that people can schedule out if they have a project they are working on and don’t want to be bothered. If there were ever a day that I just wanted to focus on work and not talk to anyone, it would be today.

The first couple hours drag on. I try to focus, but my mind is occupied elsewhere. I take another sip of coffee to try to get back on track. Maybe it’ll help get my brain out of this fog.

I set the cup back down when the office door whips open and slams back shut so hard the walls shake. Sawyer stands in front of me looking furious. I open my eyes wide, surprised to see him here. I stand from my seat, and he stalks toward me.

“So that’s it then? We’re just done?” He shouts.

I narrow my eyes and purse my lips. “There isn’t anything to be done with when we never started anything in the first place.”

He closes his eyes shut tight and fists his hands in his hair. “Tell me Blake! Tell me why the fuck I am still putting up with this bullshit! Why am I here chasing after you fucking again?”

I take a deep breath and shout just as angrily back, “I’m not like you, okay! I can’t just have sex and not have it mean anything!”

He takes another step closer. “Fuck that! You can’t just fucking cut me off!”

I stand taller and yell louder. “I’m a fucking person Sawyer! You can’t just use me whenever you want to! I can’t put my life on hold for this! I want to find someone for real!”

“Find someone?” He yells, sounding deranged. “You’re fucking trying to find someone?” He shouts even louder, backing me up against the wall. “Fuck that! They can’t have you!” He slaps the wall beside my head. “You’re fucking mine!” He roars.

He smashes his mouth to mine, pinning me against the wall. He shoves his tongue into my mouth, and I push against his chest, shoving him away from me. “Sawyer, no!” I yell. “I can’t do this!”

He growls and grabs my whole body and sets me down on the desk. He drops to his knees and shoves my skirt up my legs. “Sawyer.” I half moan, half protest.