“Don’t!” I growl. “Don’t you fucking dare tell me one more lie.”
He stays silent, as if unsure what to say.
I pour myself another glass of wine and take a huge gulp as a million hurtful things run through my mind. I’m so angry, I can hear my heartbeat in my ears, like a speaker echoing my pulse throughout.
“I didn’t lie to you.”
“Excuse me if I don’t believe anything that comes out of your mouth.” I sneer.
He puts his hands into the pockets of his suit, his jaw clenches. “So, I know her…”
“Oh, I can see that.”
“You know….” He holds his hands up in surrender. “It was just one night. And it meant nothing, I fucking swear to you, Eliza. It meant nothing.”
“She’s your friend.” I get a lump in my throat. I feel so betrayed. My eyes well with tears.
His face falls. “Baby, don’t cry.” He pauses as he tries to get the wording right in his head. “I was as high as a kite. What would have happened if I’d have gone to you, off my face, and put that shit on you?”
“So, instead, you put it on her?” I bark.
He swallows the lump in his throat as his eyes hold mine.
“You told me that you had feelings for me but you went to her to see if your body worked with a female’s.”
“Yes.” He nods. “That’s right, I did.”
“That’s bullshit, and you know it. You already knew that your body worked with mine. You were hard the night before. Do not fucking dare insult my intelligence one more fucking time, Nathan,” I scream as I lose all control. “You went to her because you wanted her.”
“Calm down.”
“I will not calm down.” I throw my glass at him, and he ducks. It hits the fridge behind him and smashes on the floor.
“Just a girl from the gym. Just a girl I’ll never see again.” I shake my head in disgust. “You flirt with her all day at work, Nathan. I’ve seen it with my own fucking eyes.” My eyes nearly pop from their sockets. A thought comes to me. “Have you talked about that night with her?”
He clenches his jaw, and I know that he has.
“So, you can talk to her about it but you can’t talk to me,” I whisper through the hurt.
“Eliza….” he whispers.
“You stood there tonight and talked and laughed with her for ten minutes, with me not far away, watching on, knowing full well that I had no idea who she was. If that’s not betrayal, Nathan, I don’t know what is.”
He drops his head and closes his eyes.
I watch him as angry tears roll well in my eyes. “Tell me what happened,” I demand.
“You tell me what happened that night. I want a full description of every single fucking touch. You knocked on the door, and then what…”
“It doesn’t matter what happened!” he snaps. “It doesn’t mean anything.”
“You’re wrong,” I whisper. “It does to me.”
“I didn’t want you to feel insecure,” he says calmly.
“You would rather I feel stupid?” I cry.
“No.” He gasps. “I didn’t want you to think about it again. I told you that it happened. I was honest, and it doesn’t affect us. It changes nothing.”