Fuck it, if she doesn’t, she’s going to have to learn to have them. I’m tired of pretending that I don’t want my woman back.
I never hesitated before and she fell in love with me then. It’s time I remind her of the man she married.EllieI’m doing my best not to look at Liam. I know he heard Wayne ask me out. I can feel his heated gaze burning my back as I turn around to tend to another customer. I shouldn’t feel guilty for a man asking me out. I shouldn’t feel guilty for turning him down, but still being flirty. I shouldn’t.
But, I do.
Which isn’t fair and makes zero sense. Liam and I aren’t married. It’s been close to two years and I shouldn’t feel like I’m cheating on my man, by enjoying it when a man flirt’s with me. I mean, when I saw him for the first time in this bar, he was getting ready to get a blowjob from Hayley.
“Come on, Ellie. One date, what could it hurt?” Wayne asks. He’s very persistent. He is most of the time when he asks me out. I’ve thought about going out with him once or twice. He’s good looking in an all-American kind of way. He’s funny and if what my waitresses say is to be believed, a good guy. I’ve always said no, mostly because I wasn’t in the right headspace to be with a good guy. There’s no point in hurting someone else, just because I’m messed up over my ex.
“Wayne, I have—”
“What she’s trying to tell you, Wayne, is that she has a man and that man is not you.”
My body goes stiff as Liam pushes his way into the conversation. My gaze travels up his body, to light on his face that’s tight with an anger he’s not bothering to hide. His gray eyes are molten steel and they’re focused on Wayne.
“Is that true, Ellie?” Wayne asks, but he doesn’t look at me. He’s too busy watching Liam. From the looks of Liam’s face, that’s very smart.
“I—”
“Fuck, yes, it’s true. Did I stutter, asshole?”
“I haven’t heard El tell me it’s true and no offense, dude, I’m not going to believe shit until she tells me.”
“You call me dude again, and you won’t have to worry about what the fuck my wife says to you, you’ll be too busy trying to pick your fucking teeth up off the floor.”
“Your wife?”
“Ex-wife,” I interject, recognizing that this whole thing is getting out of hand quickly.
“Wife,” he growls.
“Ex,” I growl back, just as stubbornly. Liam is still looking at Wayne, but when he hears me call him ex again, he turns to me.
“You’re mine, Ellie. If this week has shown us anything it’s that.”
“I haven’t been yours in almost two years, Liam. Did you really think a couple of dates could erase the Grand Canyon of problems we have?” I can’t believe what he’s saying to me right now. Here I was thinking that Liam had changed. Now I know he’s still the same old asshole he’s always been. It’s always what he wants and how he wants it! “Thomas!” I snap.
“Yeah, El?”
“You’re on duty,” I tell him. “You, in my office now,” I order Liam, so pissed that it’s like a living burning thing inside of me.
“Sounds good to me. I like what happens when you get pissed, Ice.”
“That’s not happening tonight,” I huff. He can’t seriously be insane enough to think that we are going to have sex in my office.
Liam crowds in behind me and out of the corner of my eye, I see him use his bicep to push Wayne out of my way.
“What the fuck, you prick,” Wayne growls, standing up and preparing to take Liam on. “You want a piece of me, go ahead and try, asshole!”
“Go ahead, I’ll give you the first hit,” Liam responds, his voice sounding almost like he’s on the verge of laughing.
Probably because he is.
“No one is hitting any one in my bar tonight. Wayne sit down. Thomas, give Wayne a drink on the house,” I mutter, wondering how things went so bad, so quickly.
“You and me aren’t finished asshole,” Wayne yells and Liam flips him off. What he does next, however, has my mouth dropping to the floor and I literally have the urge to kill Liam.
“We can finish this after I fuck my wife and you sit there with your dick in your hand, Wayne. But hey, enjoy your free consolation drink,” Liam says with a smirk. A smirk I want to wipe off his face.
So I do.
When he turns back around to face me, I’m staring straight at him. Maybe he can see that he’s pushed me too far, but it’s way too late.
“Ice—”
I straighten my hand out and slap him across the face so hard that my palm is heated from the impact.