her anyway?”
“No. When I saw the message, I thought she lied to me about you two being a couple.”
“You had to have known she was a virgin.”
“I did, but I assumed I beat you to it and that’s why you were mad.”
“You’re a fucking nut. I don’t think I need another nut in my family. We’ve got too many as it is.”
“Please, Brent. I need to make this right. I swear to God, I wanted to marry her that night before we had sex. I was fucking crushed when I believed it was a lie.” I told him about my promise to Will and that made it harder for me to swallow when I thought she played me.
“Where is she?” I asked, pleadingly. Finding her became a must from the moment I knew she wasn’t with him. I fucking ruined what we had by handling a text the wrong way. I should have stayed there and grilled her. I sat down on his recliner tucking my head in my hands before rubbing them against my face and tossing my head back. “Please tell me where she’s at.”
“Damn, I want to tell you because you look pathetic as fuck, but I can’t until I talk to her. There’s no way I’d lead you to her if there’s any chance she doesn’t want you in her life. After what you did, I don’t know if she’ll be that forgiving.”
“I get that, but I promise that I won’t let that shit happen again. Call her right now.”
He pulled out his cell and called her number. It rang for three rings before a guy picked up the line. I wanted to fucking break the fucking phone and his face, but then I remember what jumping to the wrong conclusions before got me.
“Who is this?”
“Sir, it’s three in the morning and Ms. McCartney is asleep and so is the rest of the house. Please call back in the morning.”
“This is Brent McCartney. Tell her to call me in the morning.”
“I will, sir. By the way, I’m Reynolds, the butler for Mr. and Mrs. Ingles.” I breathed a sigh of relief. The butler ended the call. Brent and I looked at each other.
“So who are the Ingles?” I asked him.
“Sonya’s mother and stepfather,” Brent answered.
“Oh, so where do they live?”
“In New York, but like I said, I’d have to talk to her first.”
“Come on, Brent. She means everything to me. I swear on everything I own and on my mother.”
That was when he cracked. “If you hurt her again, I will bury you.”
“I won’t.” He gave me everything I needed to find her. I had the address, her phone number, and her email. The first thing I did was send her an email.
Sonya,
I don’t know where to start, but I want to say I’m so damn sorry. Sorry doesn’t even begin to describe how wrong I feel about what happened. I jumped to the wrong conclusions and it cost me a lifetime of happiness. Please tell me there’s some way I can make this right. I miss you so much it hurts every second of every day. I’m going to do whatever it takes to get you back and never let you go. Be warned, my sweet Sonya, I take whatever I want and that’s your heart.
I love you,
Shane
I couldn’t just leave to get her, so I had to plan it out. Jack was going to hold down the fort along with some office help he was hiring. All day I checked for a reply. It took until the end of the day before she responded.
Shane,
I don’t know how you could fix what you broke. I gave you all of me that night. I didn’t expect your love, but I didn’t even get your respect. I don’t know if I can deal with this right now. Please give me time.
Sonya
I wanted to reply right back. The fact that she didn’t miss me enough to just forgive me scared the fuck out of me, but Brent and Jack talked some sense into me. Brent talked to Sonya about me and he had no doubt that she still cared for me. He and Alana told me to give her space. Every day I was growing more and more antsy. Tomorrow, I was flying to New York whether she wanted me there or not. We had to work it out.
Sonya,
I gave you time. It’s been almost four weeks since I’ve seen your
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