any regrets about us. “Don’t do this to me, Em… this is driving me insane!” I blurted out, knowing that this was the closest I’d come to begging her not to leave me.
Emma looked unsure as she looked at me, eyes confused. “I thought we were done?” she asked, watching me with great uncertainty, gauging my thoughts.
I want you back, my eyes screamed at her. I want you back, Emma. With a pounding heart, I closed my eyes and whispered, “I know, but I can’t stomach the thought of you with another guy. I just can’t. I’m going crazy here, Emma.” You had no idea how much.
“ Do you love me? ” she throatily asked.
Her unexpected question made me open my eyes and immediately seek her blue ones, searching and pensive as I tried to make sense of what I found in those depths. Why ask a question I had emphasized in the very beginning that I didn’t do? Why push the damn stupid subject, knowing the outcome would be the same? Unless… unless… Emma was.
Cautiously, I replied, “I told you, I don’t do love, Em.” When I spoke the word love , it tasted bitter on my tongue. God, how I hated that word.
The second I spouted the words; Emma became a different woman again. That little window of vulnerability was gone, and back was the nonchalant woman. “Then there’s no point of you being here, now is there, Carter? ”
My dark eyes penetrated hers, trying to read her. Was she playing a game? A game so that I could come running back to her, declaring stupid, idiotic notions of love? She could just be. After all, women were such conniving creatures. My mother took the cake for that.
“ Are you in love with me , Em ? Is that what this is all about?” Reaching out, I gently cupped her cheek, missing the feel of her skin against mine.
“I don’t,” Emma shakily uttered, emboldening me to press on the subject some more.
If she was in love with me, I wouldn’t care because I liked being with her. With her love and devotion, it only meant that she wouldn’t leave and I liked, very much, for her to be by my side.
“You don’t sound convincing to me and if that’s the reason why you broke it off, then I don’t mind that as long as you’re with me again,” I emphasized. Hell, I think I prayed that she was in love this very second. That was another first, since praying and me didn’t kick well.
Her eyes looked panicked before becoming cold, transforming her demeanor in a blink of an eye. “Well, that’s your problem. Now, will you please get out of my room? I didn’t sleep much last night and I need some rest.”
Last night, she went to be with another man, went inside his home and came back looking like she had a good all-nighter. Fuck. Shit. I wasn’t sure what to do if she told me she slept with him and had another man enjoy her.
“Em, is it true? Did you spend the night with him?” It seemed to take so much effort to speak those words. Something was suctioning my breath away from my body while I tried to fight it off, but the longer she took to respond to my question, the harder it became to bring air into my lungs.
She waited for a good minute before continuing, “He took me back to his home, and yes, we spent the night together.” She pressed her lips together as I tried to hold back a scream and demand shit from her.
Confused and angered at the emotions that were seizing me in immediate absorption, I punched the wall next to her, hard, before growling like a maniac. I knew from the strong sting that I was cut open and bleeding, but I was past caring. I felt like someone just torched me, letting me burn alive while I screamed for help—for someone to rescue me—but no one could hear my wretched screams.
I couldn’t look at the woman who had fucked with my life. I wanted to leave her presence and not look back any longer. “Goodbye, Emma,” I whispered and immediately marched out of her room.
Do You See Me?
Imagine the crap load of shit I had to face the next day when
Emma looked unsure as she looked at me, eyes confused. “I thought we were done?” she asked, watching me with great uncertainty, gauging my thoughts.
I want you back, my eyes screamed at her. I want you back, Emma. With a pounding heart, I closed my eyes and whispered, “I know, but I can’t stomach the thought of you with another guy. I just can’t. I’m going crazy here, Emma.” You had no idea how much.
“ Do you love me? ” she throatily asked.
Her unexpected question made me open my eyes and immediately seek her blue ones, searching and pensive as I tried to make sense of what I found in those depths. Why ask a question I had emphasized in the very beginning that I didn’t do? Why push the damn stupid subject, knowing the outcome would be the same? Unless… unless… Emma was.
Cautiously, I replied, “I told you, I don’t do love, Em.” When I spoke the word love , it tasted bitter on my tongue. God, how I hated that word.
The second I spouted the words; Emma became a different woman again. That little window of vulnerability was gone, and back was the nonchalant woman. “Then there’s no point of you being here, now is there, Carter? ”
My dark eyes penetrated hers, trying to read her. Was she playing a game? A game so that I could come running back to her, declaring stupid, idiotic notions of love? She could just be. After all, women were such conniving creatures. My mother took the cake for that.
“ Are you in love with me , Em ? Is that what this is all about?” Reaching out, I gently cupped her cheek, missing the feel of her skin against mine.
“I don’t,” Emma shakily uttered, emboldening me to press on the subject some more.
If she was in love with me, I wouldn’t care because I liked being with her. With her love and devotion, it only meant that she wouldn’t leave and I liked, very much, for her to be by my side.
“You don’t sound convincing to me and if that’s the reason why you broke it off, then I don’t mind that as long as you’re with me again,” I emphasized. Hell, I think I prayed that she was in love this very second. That was another first, since praying and me didn’t kick well.
Her eyes looked panicked before becoming cold, transforming her demeanor in a blink of an eye. “Well, that’s your problem. Now, will you please get out of my room? I didn’t sleep much last night and I need some rest.”
Last night, she went to be with another man, went inside his home and came back looking like she had a good all-nighter. Fuck. Shit. I wasn’t sure what to do if she told me she slept with him and had another man enjoy her.
“Em, is it true? Did you spend the night with him?” It seemed to take so much effort to speak those words. Something was suctioning my breath away from my body while I tried to fight it off, but the longer she took to respond to my question, the harder it became to bring air into my lungs.
She waited for a good minute before continuing, “He took me back to his home, and yes, we spent the night together.” She pressed her lips together as I tried to hold back a scream and demand shit from her.
Confused and angered at the emotions that were seizing me in immediate absorption, I punched the wall next to her, hard, before growling like a maniac. I knew from the strong sting that I was cut open and bleeding, but I was past caring. I felt like someone just torched me, letting me burn alive while I screamed for help—for someone to rescue me—but no one could hear my wretched screams.
I couldn’t look at the woman who had fucked with my life. I wanted to leave her presence and not look back any longer. “Goodbye, Emma,” I whispered and immediately marched out of her room.
Do You See Me?
Imagine the crap load of shit I had to face the next day when
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