“That’s four days. I can’t have her thinking I did something wrong for four days. It will eat her alive. What would you do if it were you?” I ask, hoping he finds pity in me and just finds an address.
“I would turn over every rock in sight to find her.” He pauses. “But I know that if Parker was involved and she thought she was protecting Meghan, there would be no way in hell I would find her. Those two would die for each other. Heck, she’d probably choose Parker over me. Why don’t we go and train so we can get your mind off things at least till I talk to Meghan?”
I know he’s right. I have to wait till he talks to Meghan. I just hope she lets me in.
It’s been six hours. Six fucking long hours, and I’m no closer to knowing where she is. Tom called Meghan, but her phone was off. He is trying to make excuses, but I know Meghan isn’t going to let me near Parker.
I’m just getting out of my training session with Adam when I see the blond head that has started all this, and in that moment I feel hatred like none other.
She finally spots me and runs over and throws her hands around my neck, kissing my cheek.
“Hey, baby, I found you. I was looking everywhere for you,” she says loud enough that Adam turns around, looking at the scene. It takes a minute for Monica’s words to register in his head and for him to glare at me.
“Monica.” I remove her hands from my neck. “What are you doing here? I told you I wanted you gone. As in goodbye. As in go home. As in we are done.” I’m done. I’m fucking done with this shit.
She pouts. Why I thought that was cute before I have no idea.
“Did anyone pass by yesterday when I was in the shower?” I’m glaring. I’m sure she sees it, and she steps back, unsure.
“Um, yes. Oh my gosh.” She giggles. “I forgot to tell you some girl dropped by and said she isn’t training you anymore, that she made arrangements for someone else. My bad. I was just so excited to see you, I forgot,” she says while trying to get closer to me. I hold my hand up.
“She isn’t some girl, she’s my girl. She is mine, and now because of you she isn’t around.” I’m leaning into her. My teeth clench, my hands balling into fists. When she looks into my eyes, I see her vindictiveness come out.
“Umm, the old girl is your girl? The one who is training you? The one who was wearing the ugly sundress that says mom alert? You want that over me?”
“I don’t give a fuck what you think. She has more class in her pinky than you do in your whole body. Word to the wise, think again before you insult the one I plan to spend my life with. It’s going to get ugly, Monica, and you don’t want that. Don’t make me an enemy.” My voice is laced with the threat. She sees I’m not kidding. She knows this is only going to end ugly if she continues.
“I gave you everything, and it was never enough.”
“You gave me a good time. I gave you the status. That is all you ever wanted anyway. You never wanted me, you wanted the star hockey player. Be honest for one second, and admit we had nothing. I’m going to grab a shower. I want you gone by the time I get out. Adam.” I turn to look at him. “Make sure she’s gone from here by the time I get out.”
“My pleasure,” he says with a smirk on his face.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Cooper
Four days. Four days since I’ve held her. Four days since I’ve touched her. Four days since I’ve looked in her eyes. I’m dying. I’m a shell. I’m going through the motions, but I’m empty without her.
Meghan told Tom in no uncertain words that she wasn’t allowing me next to Parker and that I fucked up more than Prince Harry’s naked ass in Vegas. I am to leave Parker alone. She is done. She doesn’t want to see me, talk to me, touch me, be near me. Nothing. She will not be training me or be at the rink at the times that I will be there, and she asks me to respect her wishes. Fuck that. I am not giving up so easy. I am not her ex. I will make sure she knows exactly what happened.
Monica didn’t go away without a fight.
Adam made her leave that day, but her ass was planted on my couch when I got home. The minute I saw her I turned around and hightailed it out of there, making just one phone call. To her father, the owner of my team. It came down to basically “get your daughter out of my fucking house or find someone else to take my place.” The decision was an easy one for him. When he called me fifteen minutes later to confirm his daughter would be out of the house in thirty minutes, he also had the nerve to blame me for her being like that.