The Boy Who Has No Redemption (Soulless 8)

“Looks like I don’t need to mooch off you anymore.”

“Like I mind you being in my debt.” He gave a charismatic wink.

Only a guy like him could pull off a move like that. I took a sip of my wine to cover the flutter in my heart. I’d been looking for the right man for a very long time, and now I had a sexy pilot who was everything I wanted. I’d seen him in his pilot’s uniform at the airport, pulling his luggage behind him with the flight crew in tow. They stopped at the gate and waited to be let on, and since I wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity, I gave him my number. He called a few days later, and the rest is history.

It’d only been six months, but I didn’t need any more time to know this was the man I wanted to spend my life with.

His phone must have kept vibrating in his pocket, because he dropped his smile and pulled it out to check the screen. His look of disappointment was undeniable.

“Work?”

“Yeah, let me take this.” He walked toward the lobby before he answered.

I continued to drink my wine and enjoy the stuffed mushrooms. He was scheduled to be off this weekend, so I hoped he wasn’t being called to cover for another pilot. We were supposed to spend the weekend at his apartment, tangled up in the sheets, my ring sitting on his nightstand while I showered.

He came back a few minutes later, his face pale.

“Everything alright?”

“Yeah.” He grabbed his wine, took a big drink, and then he faced me once more, still looking visibly uncomfortable. “Baby, there’s something I need to talk to you about. I know it’s a lot to take in, but…we’ll figure it out.”

Shit, he wasn’t proposing. “Oh my god, are you sick?” I set my glass down so hard, a bit of wine sloshed over onto the white tablecloth. My hand moved over my heart, and my head immediately started to spin as I pictured a life without this man.

“No, nothing like that.” He leaned over the table with his arms outstretched. He dropped his gaze for a while, thinking of the words he could use to convey his troubles. “Look, I want to marry you. I’m sure you know that.”

I didn’t have a clue where this was going. Was he on the Most Wanted List?

“I’d marry you tomorrow if I could. But…there’s something I have to do first.”

“Okay…” I tried to keep my breathing calm and even, but that was impossible right now. “Vic, I’m starting to freak out, so please just spit out whatever you’re trying to tell me.”

“Alright.” He dropped his head, bowing it as if in shame. “I’m married.”

Oh. My. Fucking. God.

I was in such shock that all I could do was stare at him, blinking randomly like a deer in the headlights. Did he just say what I thought he said? No, that couldn’t be right. “Sorry…it sounded like you said you were married, but that’s not what you said, right?”

He lifted his head and looked at me, the guilt in his eyes. “It is what I said.”

My hand pressed tighter into my chest over my heart because my world had just crashed down around me.

“The marriage has been dead for a while. When you asked me out, I thought it would just be a fling. But it turned into something serious, and it makes me realize that you’re the one. I loved my wife at one time, but not anymore.”

All I could do was breathe and breathe hard. How did I not see the signs? He had a place here, and there was never a trace of anyone else. Did she live there? Or did she live in a whole other city? “I’m sorry…I just don’t understand. How do you have a wife that I don’t know about?”

“They live in Chicago.”

“They?”

“My wife and two kids.”

“Yuck.” I sat back in the chair and pushed my hands out to keep him away even though he didn’t try to move toward me. “Oh god, I think I’m gonna throw up. Kids… You have kids?” I was rolling around with a married man and father of two kids? “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

His eyes fell in shame. “It’s not as bad as it seems—”

“You’re having an affair. Yes, that’s as bad as it seems. And you lied to me.”

“Because I knew how you would feel about it—”

“Damn fucking right.” I grabbed my napkin from my lap and threw it on the table. “How could you do that to your family?”

“You don’t understand, alright? We’ve got two boys in diapers and—”

“You can’t be serious.”

“I’m just saying, it’s changed things.”

I rolled my eyes even though that didn’t really express the way I felt. “Wow…you’re just…” There were no words. There were no words to describe the phenomenon of going from love to hate so quickly. It was like an elimination of emotions.