want to get to know you. I want more from you than that first night. Or the few days after.” He looks around the restaurant and then his eyes are back on mine. “There’s something here, and you can’t say you don’t feel it.”
I shake my head and drop my eyes. “I’m not looking for more than what we did,” I state.
“I get it,” he says. “I get that he hurt you. He messed with your head,” he says, and I feel my anger start to rise. He doesn’t know how much I changed. He doesn’t know anything! “But I’m not trying to change you. I want to get to know the real you.”
“You don’t know anything about me except that I let you in my pants when I was drunk off my ass the first night we met,” I say with bite. “So to you I’m probably some easy lay that you wanna keep around for whenever you feel like getting off.”
He sighs heavily. “I’m not going to base who you are on what we did that first night. Hell, I wanted it just as much as you did, if not more. That doesn’t make me like you any less.”
I shake my head trying to figure out his angle. I haven’t even spoken to him. Hell, we haven’t even exchanged phone numbers. Nothing!
“Let me take you to dinner? Just you and me.”
Before I can tell him ‘no thanks’ my father walks in.
“Sorry about that,” my father says joining us back at the table.
I stand and turn to him. “I have to leave, Dad.” I don’t give him an excuse. Whatever I come up with he would see right through as a lie.
He frowns. “I didn’t get to spend much time with you.” He looks down to his phone sitting on the table. My father is a hard worker, and I’ve never held that against him.
“It’s okay,” I say with a reassuring smile. “I will be free this weekend,” I offer, and I instantly cringe at my admission. It makes me sound lame. Like I have nothing better to do. I was always so busy with Rodger that my father is going to think I have no life now without him.
He gives me a warm smile, “Why don’t you come to the track this weekend then? Dash will be racing. We need to figure out what all his bike requires. So we will be out there all weekend.”
I really don’t want to be around Dash. It’s as if he can see right through me as well. No matter how bitchy I try to be he can still see the weak person hiding behind the sarcastic, bitchy woman. But I nod. He’ll be racing, right? He’ll be occupied. I can hang with my dad. “Sounds good,” I say before he stands and gives me a hug. I don’t bother to face Dash or answer his question. I just turn around and walk out.
I make my way back to my house and just drop my purse on my bed. “Son of a bitch,” I say a little too loud when I hear the familiar roar of a Lamborghini pull up outside.
I’m coming down the stairs when I see the front door swing open and in walks Rodger wearing a pair of plaid shorts and a polo shirt like he just walked off the golf course. “Leave.” I point back to the door. I cuss myself for forgetting to lock the front door.
“Tabby,” he whines. “Please, let’s talk about this.” He sounds sincere, but his jaw twitches. It shows me he’s irritated about how short my dress is as his eyes linger on my exposed legs.
“Don’t call me that. You know I hate it.” I point a finger at him. It makes my skin crawl when he calls me that.
“We can fix this. I love you,” he says between clenched teeth.
I don’t know if I should cry or hit him. He just told me he loved me for the first time. Does he really love me? Or did he say it because he felt obligated?
I have wanted to hear those words from him for a year. A year . And he had never said them. But neither had I. In all honestly I know why he wants me back. It’s a game to him. He hates losing, no matter how much his father disapproves of me. It’s like his dad wants me with Rodger because of respect. They want me to submit to their way of lifestyle.
I shake my head. “Well, I don’t
I shake my head and drop my eyes. “I’m not looking for more than what we did,” I state.
“I get it,” he says. “I get that he hurt you. He messed with your head,” he says, and I feel my anger start to rise. He doesn’t know how much I changed. He doesn’t know anything! “But I’m not trying to change you. I want to get to know the real you.”
“You don’t know anything about me except that I let you in my pants when I was drunk off my ass the first night we met,” I say with bite. “So to you I’m probably some easy lay that you wanna keep around for whenever you feel like getting off.”
He sighs heavily. “I’m not going to base who you are on what we did that first night. Hell, I wanted it just as much as you did, if not more. That doesn’t make me like you any less.”
I shake my head trying to figure out his angle. I haven’t even spoken to him. Hell, we haven’t even exchanged phone numbers. Nothing!
“Let me take you to dinner? Just you and me.”
Before I can tell him ‘no thanks’ my father walks in.
“Sorry about that,” my father says joining us back at the table.
I stand and turn to him. “I have to leave, Dad.” I don’t give him an excuse. Whatever I come up with he would see right through as a lie.
He frowns. “I didn’t get to spend much time with you.” He looks down to his phone sitting on the table. My father is a hard worker, and I’ve never held that against him.
“It’s okay,” I say with a reassuring smile. “I will be free this weekend,” I offer, and I instantly cringe at my admission. It makes me sound lame. Like I have nothing better to do. I was always so busy with Rodger that my father is going to think I have no life now without him.
He gives me a warm smile, “Why don’t you come to the track this weekend then? Dash will be racing. We need to figure out what all his bike requires. So we will be out there all weekend.”
I really don’t want to be around Dash. It’s as if he can see right through me as well. No matter how bitchy I try to be he can still see the weak person hiding behind the sarcastic, bitchy woman. But I nod. He’ll be racing, right? He’ll be occupied. I can hang with my dad. “Sounds good,” I say before he stands and gives me a hug. I don’t bother to face Dash or answer his question. I just turn around and walk out.
I make my way back to my house and just drop my purse on my bed. “Son of a bitch,” I say a little too loud when I hear the familiar roar of a Lamborghini pull up outside.
I’m coming down the stairs when I see the front door swing open and in walks Rodger wearing a pair of plaid shorts and a polo shirt like he just walked off the golf course. “Leave.” I point back to the door. I cuss myself for forgetting to lock the front door.
“Tabby,” he whines. “Please, let’s talk about this.” He sounds sincere, but his jaw twitches. It shows me he’s irritated about how short my dress is as his eyes linger on my exposed legs.
“Don’t call me that. You know I hate it.” I point a finger at him. It makes my skin crawl when he calls me that.
“We can fix this. I love you,” he says between clenched teeth.
I don’t know if I should cry or hit him. He just told me he loved me for the first time. Does he really love me? Or did he say it because he felt obligated?
I have wanted to hear those words from him for a year. A year . And he had never said them. But neither had I. In all honestly I know why he wants me back. It’s a game to him. He hates losing, no matter how much his father disapproves of me. It’s like his dad wants me with Rodger because of respect. They want me to submit to their way of lifestyle.
I shake my head. “Well, I don’t
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