Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 83195 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83195 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
“You!” she screams. “Fuck you and her.” She tips her chin up and goes to slam the door in my face. I stop it before she does and capture her wrist. Her eyes fly to my hand as my foot holds the door open. “Let go, Alek,” she growls, and I drop her hand but don’t move my foot.
“Are you mad at me?”
“Am I mad?” she yells. “I was on my knees for you, you fuckhead, and you still thought about her.”
She attempts to push the door shut, but my foot doesn’t move.
“Lena.”
“Go away.” She pushes against the door.
“I’d really like to taste you now.”
She pauses, and her face scrunches in a fit of bewilderment, confusion, and rage.
“Now?” She throws her head back and laughs. “How about… no.” She smiles. “How does that sound?” She kicks my ankle, and I pull my foot back, allowing her to slam the door in my face. “Go and fuck your precious Cinita, you dickhead.” I hear her walk away, and think about breaking her door down.
But something stops me.
Right now, I don’t even think saying sorry will help.
I take a step back. No, I need to let her calm down.
Why do I care what she thinks of me?
I don’t know, but I do.
I know I fucked up, though.
And I have no idea how to make up for something like this.
CHAPTER 22
Lena
How dare he?
He really has some nerve. Who the hell does he think he is? My mouth was literally around his cock and he pulled back all because she tried calling. Maybe I shouldn’t have played into the idea of how fun it would be to have one night with him. Let’s just rack it up to not having sex for a long time. Not having sex for eternity is far less humiliating than how he made me feel.
I mean, that has to be the answer, right? Because I haven’t had sex for so long?
Surely, I don’t see him as anything other than a good lay. I mean, I’m assuming he is. He could be a two-pump chump, for all I know.
And I fucking know that’s not the truth, but it makes me feel better.
I’m not going back down that road ever again.
I stare at the excessive bouquet that was delivered to me at the theater. No name, just a blank card. Well, at least he tried to send a card for once.
I trash them.
The delivery woman seems horrified as she hands me another bag. Almost hesitantly, like I’m going to trash that as well.
“More gifts?” I ask in disbelief.
She swallows and nods. I take the bag. So what is this, his form of groveling? Saying sorry without actually saying sorry?
I open the small white bag and pull out a white box with a red ribbon. When I open it, my eyebrows shoot up.
Long diamond earrings shine up at me, and my jaw tightens.
The woman is looking at me expectantly.
“These I’ll keep,” I say sheepishly. I’m pissed with the asshole, but these are fucking stunning. And now the nicest pair of earrings I own. It doesn’t mean I’m forgiving him, though.
No fucking way.
I should’ve known better than to get involved with a man who is pining over another woman. It’s one of the reasons I called off my last relationship years ago. He was pining over one of his work colleagues, and I was never going to be anyone’s second best. I am worthy of being someone’s first choice, and I have to start picking men who see that. Not a man who is unavailable and clearly not interested in me.
But then, why did he kiss me like that?
Why were his hands so gentle and his mouth so fucking perfect? If there’s one thing I’m going to take away from this it’s that I need to find another man who can kiss me the same way.
But I have a feeling I’ll never find anyone who can kiss better than him. But if I can get a kiss like that again, I’ll be one very fucking happy girl. I can only imagine what those lips and tongue would do if they went just a little bit lower.
Shaking my head, I pocket my new earrings and sit back down in front of the makeup mirror. Matthew has been working on a new script for an upcoming show, and I wanted to come in early to look over it. But I’ve only read over the first line… ten times already. I look back at the flowers in the trashcan.
This asshole has really gotten under my skin.
Julie silently walks in behind me, and it’s strange for her to be so quiet. She smiles at me when she sees me, but I can tell by her side-eye that she’s been crying.
“Julie?” I twist to face her immediately.
“I’m fine, it’s okay,” she says quickly. But she’s anything but fine.