Easton

“I’m heading home tomorrow,” he said.

“Easton?”

“Look, I hate to do this, but it was a summer fling, you know. Not really anything for us to think that was great and wonderful. It was sex. Granted, really great, and fucking amazing sex, but that was all it was.”

“You told me you loved me.”

“Yeah, about that, I kind of lied. I’m sorry. You were this persistent bitch in fucking heat all along, and you know, a guy can only handle so much.”

“You’re lying. Why are you lying? Why are you being this way?”

He sighed. “You’re really going to make me spell it out for you, aren’t you, babe? It was just sex. I wanted a nice wet cunt, and the only way of getting it, was by telling you what you needed to hear. Come on, Scarlett. You really think I would be happy with a lifetime with you? With being with a woman so fucking poor it was sickening. I can’t stand the thought of having to wake up every single day, staring at you. I mean, no offense, you’re not the prettiest girl in the world now, are you? I can do way better. By the time I get home, I will have a whore on my face and another sucking my cock. If I wanted, I’d probably even get one licking my asshole if I so desired. You are nothing. You will never be nothing to me. I lied. I don’t love you. I never could, but I have to say, it was really nice popping that cherry. It’ll be a good old story I tell to the Four Kings when I get home. Give them something to beat one out. The next guy you fuck, tell him he’s welcome. I broke you in.”

Tears had filled her eyes and started to fall down her cheeks. Easton’s heart was breaking inside and he wanted to take it all back, but he had to shatter her. “You want another round for the road? I mean, it’s a little boring all the moaning and gasping, but I can give you a pity fuck.”

Scarlett didn’t say anything.

She spun on her heel and left.

It was over.

Done.

Finished.

His heart shattered in a way he’d never known it could.

He had broken the only good thing in his life, and it made him no better than his father.

****

Present day

“You know I can take care of myself,” Easton said as Scar brought him a cup of coffee, his morning tofu scramble, and his laptop.

He’d gotten out of the hospital four months ago, and even the doctors had said he was fit and ready for work. His surgery had been a success. When he first woke up, he’d panicked as he’d not been able to speak, but the doctor had said they had to give it a couple of days. Liam and Scar were by his side every single step of the way.

Axton, Karson, and Romeo were there as well. They were his lifeline, and he’d seen the worry his friends had.

Liam had allowed them to stop by for dinner during his recovery. Junior had talked to them constantly, and his friends adored his kid.

“I know you can take care of yourself, but while I’m willing to do all of this, you should allow me. I want to take care of you.”

He wrapped his arm around her, hearing her cry out as he made her straddle his lap. “Like this? I think you should take care of another problem I have.” His hard cock pressed against her core.

“Wait, there’s something I really need to say to you, and I don’t want you to get me all excited, and I need to tell you.”

The last thing Easton wanted to do was to stop, but from the desperate look in Scar’s eyes, he knew he had to.

“What is it?”

“I’m sorry.”

“You’re sorry? For what?”

“For keeping our son away from you. From not realizing sooner that there was a reason you broke it off with me. I was so hurt and blind by my own feelings, I didn’t even think as to why you’d want to break up with me. We were so close during camp, and I thought you had faked it, but I know now you were only trying to protect me. I was wrong keeping our son a secret and not giving you the chance to be a father with him.”

“Scar, I don’t need to hear this.”

“You do.”

“I don’t know if I’d have been a good father then.”

“I don’t care. You’re still his dad, and I was still in the wrong. Can you ever forgive me?”

“Yes, you’re forgiven.” Now, he wanted to get back to what he truly wanted. He could draw out Scar’s apology, make her suffer, but he didn’t want to. They had already lost enough, and he wasn’t willing to lose any more time with her.