Aussie: A Bad Boy Second Chance Romance by Kate Dawes, Ava Catori Page B
Authors: Kate Dawes, Ava Catori
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we kept hanging on for the wrong reasons, our parents, you know… and now you finally let go and proved it with your trip.”
Scott’s eyes wrinkled at the corners. His brow furrowed tightly. I was surprised at the shock in his voice. “You don’t love me? Seriously? You’re kidding me, right? I mean, I love you. I’m crazy in love with you.”
I sat up straighter, alarmed, my own confusion setting in. The anger returned. “Wait. You’re madly in love with me, yet you cheated on me. How exactly does that work?”
“Yes.” His voice was a desperate, pleading whisper.
Neither of us said a word. I blinked, looking away, glancing out the window. Nothing made sense.
He shifted to face me. “It was just one time. A mistake. It didn’t mean anything.”
I turned my head slowly toward him. “It always means something. Sex always means something. Don’t pretend it doesn’t. I’m pretty sure if you thought it was okay to sleep with someone, you knew what it meant for you.”
There was no way to know whether he got it, whether he understood that he had cheated because he was bored in our relationship. But this was typical Scott—he wanted what he wanted, even if it directly contradicted something else he wanted.
“Maybe we can talk tomorrow,” he said. “I’m sorry I upset you.”
“I’m not upset, Scott. I’m pissed off, more so, because you don’t understand that this ‘thing’ between us is over. How do you not get it?” I reached for the door handle. “And there’s no need for us to talk about this. Not tomorrow. Not at all, actually.”
“You’re upset; I know…” he started.
I shook my head. He refused to believe that his sexual adventure with whoever it was (I didn’t even care) wasn’t an issue for me. I was more troubled by the fact that he was trying to insist that we’d somehow work this out. I didn’t want to work it out. I wanted to be done, finished, I wanted him to just go away. It wasn’t just about the cheating.
“Wait,” he said, as I opened the car door.
I closed the door and started toward the front door of my house. I didn’t need to hear any more of what he was saying. That had to be one of the weirdest break-ups in history, and yet I felt fine. Not great. Not sad. Just fine, like always.
I didn’t feel like facing my parents tonight. I had too much on my mind and really didn’t feel like listening to them talk about their trip. Plus, I needed to think.
I went to my room, changed for bed, turned the lights off and climbed into bed. My mind raced with countless thoughts. I knew sleep wouldn’t come easy. I’d be in for a sleepless night.
I heard my parents get home just before 11 p.m.
I’d already put my phone on silent for the night, but I rolled over and checked it around 1 a.m., hoping there’d be a text or missed call from Luke. Nothing.
Somewhere around 4 a.m., I started to dread the morning. Work was going to suck. I was emotionally drained. I couldn’t stay in bed anymore, so I climbed into a chair by my bed and watched the sun come up over the trees.
By 6 a.m., I’d decided what I was going to do.
Chapter 11 – Luke
I’d had some bad weekends in my life, but this one was right at the top. I knew to give her space and decided not to contact her. She probably realized it was a mistake to see me in the first place. I’d call eventually, but I knew not to push things. It was my own fault. I wasn’t being fair keeping it from her. I’d hold out until Monday, then give her a call. I’d be able to gauge her tone.
She texted before I could call her, Monday, just after lunch. I was setting up a display for a wine sale. All day, I’d been thinking about the beach. I hadn’t been there in so long, and not since I moved in. It would feel good to get my feet in the sand and water again. I could even check out the surf shops and get a look at some boards.
When my phone buzzed, I almost ignored it until I was finished with a part of the
Scott’s eyes wrinkled at the corners. His brow furrowed tightly. I was surprised at the shock in his voice. “You don’t love me? Seriously? You’re kidding me, right? I mean, I love you. I’m crazy in love with you.”
I sat up straighter, alarmed, my own confusion setting in. The anger returned. “Wait. You’re madly in love with me, yet you cheated on me. How exactly does that work?”
“Yes.” His voice was a desperate, pleading whisper.
Neither of us said a word. I blinked, looking away, glancing out the window. Nothing made sense.
He shifted to face me. “It was just one time. A mistake. It didn’t mean anything.”
I turned my head slowly toward him. “It always means something. Sex always means something. Don’t pretend it doesn’t. I’m pretty sure if you thought it was okay to sleep with someone, you knew what it meant for you.”
There was no way to know whether he got it, whether he understood that he had cheated because he was bored in our relationship. But this was typical Scott—he wanted what he wanted, even if it directly contradicted something else he wanted.
“Maybe we can talk tomorrow,” he said. “I’m sorry I upset you.”
“I’m not upset, Scott. I’m pissed off, more so, because you don’t understand that this ‘thing’ between us is over. How do you not get it?” I reached for the door handle. “And there’s no need for us to talk about this. Not tomorrow. Not at all, actually.”
“You’re upset; I know…” he started.
I shook my head. He refused to believe that his sexual adventure with whoever it was (I didn’t even care) wasn’t an issue for me. I was more troubled by the fact that he was trying to insist that we’d somehow work this out. I didn’t want to work it out. I wanted to be done, finished, I wanted him to just go away. It wasn’t just about the cheating.
“Wait,” he said, as I opened the car door.
I closed the door and started toward the front door of my house. I didn’t need to hear any more of what he was saying. That had to be one of the weirdest break-ups in history, and yet I felt fine. Not great. Not sad. Just fine, like always.
I didn’t feel like facing my parents tonight. I had too much on my mind and really didn’t feel like listening to them talk about their trip. Plus, I needed to think.
I went to my room, changed for bed, turned the lights off and climbed into bed. My mind raced with countless thoughts. I knew sleep wouldn’t come easy. I’d be in for a sleepless night.
I heard my parents get home just before 11 p.m.
I’d already put my phone on silent for the night, but I rolled over and checked it around 1 a.m., hoping there’d be a text or missed call from Luke. Nothing.
Somewhere around 4 a.m., I started to dread the morning. Work was going to suck. I was emotionally drained. I couldn’t stay in bed anymore, so I climbed into a chair by my bed and watched the sun come up over the trees.
By 6 a.m., I’d decided what I was going to do.
Chapter 11 – Luke
I’d had some bad weekends in my life, but this one was right at the top. I knew to give her space and decided not to contact her. She probably realized it was a mistake to see me in the first place. I’d call eventually, but I knew not to push things. It was my own fault. I wasn’t being fair keeping it from her. I’d hold out until Monday, then give her a call. I’d be able to gauge her tone.
She texted before I could call her, Monday, just after lunch. I was setting up a display for a wine sale. All day, I’d been thinking about the beach. I hadn’t been there in so long, and not since I moved in. It would feel good to get my feet in the sand and water again. I could even check out the surf shops and get a look at some boards.
When my phone buzzed, I almost ignored it until I was finished with a part of the
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