He tried.
My father just admitted he didn’t love me.
I pull the tear from my face with my finger and study it. Roman Horner probably would have preferred an abortion to an heir, and he thinks an inheritance will redeem him in some fucked up way.
I smash the hope-filled tear I didn’t know I was harboring between my fingers and finally give myself permission to hate him. Just more proof that the fantasies of a masochistic heart are much better than any experience with the real thing.
With that knowledge, I retreat.
SO BE IT. IT’S BEEN days since the texts stopped, and I’m still convincing myself I’m fine with it. If Sean can’t deal with me standing my ground about his own shitty behavior, we’re already a lost cause.
I fell for every line his beautiful lips fed me. Only to feel slapped.
I caught myself just in time.
To make shitty matters worse, my plant bully has taken it upon herself to make my days more grueling, taunting me in Spanish—I can’t understand—in the breakroom and all but smashed me into the wall when we punched out last night. She’s got it in for me, and she’s making it known shift by shift. The last thing I need to do is report it to my supervisor, who I’m actively avoiding.
I smooth on more lotion and kick back in the lounger, feeling the tingle of the sun on my skin. A much-needed day off alone is exactly what I need to recharge. I just wished my libido would do me the solid of agreeing.
Sean woke that part of me up again, and now it refuses to be ignored. Day in, day out, I’m constantly in a place where the throb won’t cease and my new craving reminds me of what I’m missing.
I’ll be thankful when I outgrow my teenage hormones, but I have to woman up early because I’m no longer dating boys.
Restless from another uneventful day, I close my eyes after my third attempt to get into a novel, certain it’ll take me more than seven days to break my new bad habit.
A tidal wave of water covers me, and I shriek from where I lay, jerking to sit, and when I do, I see none other than Dominic appear from beneath the rolling surface. Water pours from him as he stands to his full height a second before my view is blocked by the man who I spent the last week ghosting but continues to haunt my every thought.
“You think I’d let you get away that easily?” Hazel eyes glitter down at me, along with the dazzling smile I can’t banish from my thoughts.
“What are you doing here?”
The slap of the closing gate has me peeking around Sean as Tyler comes into view, hauling a cooler. “Hey, beautiful,” he greets, scanning my yard and letting out a whistle, “I can see why you’re holing up here.”
With the salute of my hand, I cover my eyes, peering up at Sean. “What the hell are y’all doing?”
“We shared our spot with you,” he shrugs. “Only fair.”
“That may be, but I assumed you could take a hint.”
His eyes flare and his jaw twitches. “Don’t play bitch. I like you too much.”
He takes a seat next to me and I don’t know whether I want to kiss him or slap him, I decide on neither.
“Kiss,” he says, reading my thoughts all too well. He leans in, and I do my best to hold my breath but fail, inhaling him fully. It’s like coming home.
“Get that asshole out of my pool.”
“Stop it,” Sean snaps.
I rear back. “Who the hell do you think you are?”
“I’m the boyfriend you’re pissed at.”
His statement strikes deep, threatening my progress as Tyler sets the cooler between the loungers and pulls off his T-shirt.
“Give us a minute,” Sean asks Tyler who nods, grinning at me over his shoulder.
“Hey, Cee.”