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Authors: Tasha Jones, BWWM Crew
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sorry,” I cried. Even coming out of my mouth it felt like a useless attempt at a flat apology.
“For what, exactly? Please tell me because I have no idea how you even planned for this to go.”
“I didn’t mean...”
“For me to find out?”
I dropped the bag of coffee on the counter and took a step towards him.
He immediately stepped away, his movement resembling something like a distrustful lion.
“No,” I bowed my head, drowning in my own shame. “I just didn’t know how to tell you.”
“You didn’t know how to tell me?” he demanded.
I approached him all in one stride, wrapping my arms around him. His body remained rigid and unresponsive. He was cold to my touch and I could almost feel the repulsion in his every muscle. He was rejecting me in the most primitive way. “No, I didn’t and for a while, I didn’t think that it would matter. You were just this billionaire playboy. You were fixated with me, but I didn’t think it would last.”
He shrugged me off of him with one violent movement.
I stumbled backwards, my back slamming into the counter. In the pang of discomfort that followed, my tears finally managed to escape, streaming down my face. I had been so stupid. Even now, listening at my own words leave my lips, my justifications for things hardly mattered and what half-explanations I managed to muster did nothing to absolve me of this action. Through my blurry vision, I could see that Edward’s jaw was as set as ever. He barely flinched at the obvious distress on my face.
He didn’t care.
“I’m just a billionaire playboy?” he asked, his voice sounding strained, as if he had expelled it from knotted vocal chords.
I gulped. It was the worst thing I could have said, but if I had known that before the words left my lips, I never would have uttered them. I had no idea what the right thing would have been, or if it even existed in the first place. “No. I didn’t mean that.”
“That’s what you said,” he snapped.
I released a huff of breath. “God, I am so sorry.”
“Is that what it was?”
I shook my head even though I did not yet fully understand the accusation.
“You just weren’t taking me seriously.” He nodded, his lips folded into a disgusted frown.
Oh God, “No, no.” I frantically shook my head, but it didn’t seem to be doing much good.
“If you believed I loved you, why would you keep your family from me?”
“I wasn’t keeping them from you!” My voice broke in the lie.
“What do you call this?” he demanded, his hands outstretched to either side of him.
“I was waiting for the right time!” I yelled back. I wasn’t entirely sure if this was the truth. Was I waiting for the right time? Did I actually believe that time would ever truly come?
“We’re engaged! The right time has come and gone.”
My stomach rolled with the mere thought of what I would have to say next. “I just thought you’d leave me if you knew.”
“How did you think you were going to be able to keep this from me?”
I shook my head, staring down at my bare feet, my red toenails. “I thought you’d leave me.” The thing was that now he knew and there was nothing I could say or do to take back the way that he found out, or to make this any less true. I was damaged, used goods. I had been living in a fantasy world. I pretended that I could keep myself away from him; that he was only a client. But I was so in love with him that I could never bring myself to leave his world.
He grasped my shoulders with both of hands. He knew he expected me to look at him. I knew he wanted me to own up to what I had done; to openly receive whatever criticism that he could give me, but I couldn’t bring myself to look up and into his eyes, to see the anger, or worse, the hurt that filled him up.
“So you lied to me?” he roared, grasping my shoulders and shaking
“For what, exactly? Please tell me because I have no idea how you even planned for this to go.”
“I didn’t mean...”
“For me to find out?”
I dropped the bag of coffee on the counter and took a step towards him.
He immediately stepped away, his movement resembling something like a distrustful lion.
“No,” I bowed my head, drowning in my own shame. “I just didn’t know how to tell you.”
“You didn’t know how to tell me?” he demanded.
I approached him all in one stride, wrapping my arms around him. His body remained rigid and unresponsive. He was cold to my touch and I could almost feel the repulsion in his every muscle. He was rejecting me in the most primitive way. “No, I didn’t and for a while, I didn’t think that it would matter. You were just this billionaire playboy. You were fixated with me, but I didn’t think it would last.”
He shrugged me off of him with one violent movement.
I stumbled backwards, my back slamming into the counter. In the pang of discomfort that followed, my tears finally managed to escape, streaming down my face. I had been so stupid. Even now, listening at my own words leave my lips, my justifications for things hardly mattered and what half-explanations I managed to muster did nothing to absolve me of this action. Through my blurry vision, I could see that Edward’s jaw was as set as ever. He barely flinched at the obvious distress on my face.
He didn’t care.
“I’m just a billionaire playboy?” he asked, his voice sounding strained, as if he had expelled it from knotted vocal chords.
I gulped. It was the worst thing I could have said, but if I had known that before the words left my lips, I never would have uttered them. I had no idea what the right thing would have been, or if it even existed in the first place. “No. I didn’t mean that.”
“That’s what you said,” he snapped.
I released a huff of breath. “God, I am so sorry.”
“Is that what it was?”
I shook my head even though I did not yet fully understand the accusation.
“You just weren’t taking me seriously.” He nodded, his lips folded into a disgusted frown.
Oh God, “No, no.” I frantically shook my head, but it didn’t seem to be doing much good.
“If you believed I loved you, why would you keep your family from me?”
“I wasn’t keeping them from you!” My voice broke in the lie.
“What do you call this?” he demanded, his hands outstretched to either side of him.
“I was waiting for the right time!” I yelled back. I wasn’t entirely sure if this was the truth. Was I waiting for the right time? Did I actually believe that time would ever truly come?
“We’re engaged! The right time has come and gone.”
My stomach rolled with the mere thought of what I would have to say next. “I just thought you’d leave me if you knew.”
“How did you think you were going to be able to keep this from me?”
I shook my head, staring down at my bare feet, my red toenails. “I thought you’d leave me.” The thing was that now he knew and there was nothing I could say or do to take back the way that he found out, or to make this any less true. I was damaged, used goods. I had been living in a fantasy world. I pretended that I could keep myself away from him; that he was only a client. But I was so in love with him that I could never bring myself to leave his world.
He grasped my shoulders with both of hands. He knew he expected me to look at him. I knew he wanted me to own up to what I had done; to openly receive whatever criticism that he could give me, but I couldn’t bring myself to look up and into his eyes, to see the anger, or worse, the hurt that filled him up.
“So you lied to me?” he roared, grasping my shoulders and shaking
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