The Billionaire Player (In Too Deep)

You decided not to jump to any conclusions, so don’t, I chided myself. Give him a chance to explain and take it from there.

I filled my lungs all the way and released the air slowly. Then I gave my head a shake in the hopes of clearing it. It only worked a little bit, but it was enough that I pulled my phone out of my purse to send him a message.

It took me longer than I was proud of to figure out what to say, but eventually, I kept it short and simple. There was no point trying to hash it out over messages. We needed to talk, if not face to face, then at least over the phone.

Me: Good morning. Please call me when you wake up.

I sent it without adding any kisses or asking any questions, but I sure as heck hoped that he woke up soon. The waiting was going to kill me, but on the other hand, losing him would be even worse.

At least while he was still sleeping, there was a possibility that this wasn’t true. A possibility that he’d been honest and I hadn’t been an idiot for believing him.

As soon as he woke up and called me, this could all be over. The hope in my heart didn’t want me to even consider it, but it was true. Before the end of the morning, one way or another, I would know if trusting Tanner had been the biggest mistake I’d ever made or if I was right to have believed him. Right to have let him into my life and into my heart even after everything that had happened before.

It would all come down to whether he had been too tempted to go back to his playboy ways.