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in her court. I told her exactly, word-for-word, what I want from her and she shot me down. I can’t keep making an ass out of myself.
“You’re right.” She simply says. Her eyes search mine and it takes everything in me to not take back everything I just said to her. But, before I have a chance to go to her she turns on her heel, gets in her car and drives off.
Minutes pass as I still stand here wondering what in the fuck just happened. Why did I open my mouth? The last we spoke she said she was eventually going to talk to me and here I go and fuck it all up. I could kick myself for being so stupid.
I go back to my car and head home. I am so tempted to head to Chelsea’s place, but the last thing I need to see is another man walking through her door. It should be me. I should be the one to comfort her. I should be the one who tucks her in at night. Wake up with her. It should be me.
I know I sound like a selfish prick, but everything in me tells me that she feels it too. She is just hiding behind a wall that she built up to protect herself. From what? I don’t know. The only problem is she is the only one that is not allowing herself to fully accept anything more than what she thinks she deserves. And I think she deserves so much more. Maybe even more than me.
I don’t know what happened to her in her past, but if I find out some dumb fuck hurt her, I will find out who it was and teach him a lesson. No woman deserves to be hurt and it’s clear as day that Chelsea was hurt bad.
I wake up to the sound of my phone ringing over and over and over again. I ignore it for as long as I can before it is a moot point. I roll over and notice my bedside alarm clock says nine-forty-five.
“Holy shit.” I jump out of bed and nearly trip over the pile of clothes I left lying on the floor in a heaping pile. I was so tired and worn out last night that I didn’t even bother with putting them in the laundry basket. Unfortunately, I neglected to set my alarm, too. I grab my phone and notice it’s Cal. “Shit.”
I swipe the answer button and immediately apologize for being late, but it goes unnoticed. “Where the hell are you?”
“I’m on my way. I’m on my way.” I stumble over to the dresser, pull out a clean pair of jeans, underwear and socks and throw them on all the while listening to Cal yell at me through the phone lines. “I’ll be there in fifteen.” I hang up and toss my cell onto the bed and dash for the bathroom to brush my teeth and hair. I am late for the airport. The plane leaves in fifty minutes. I wish I could shower, but I have no time for that. I run back into the bedroom, throw on a t-shirt, grab my phone and suitcase and run for the door. Luckily, I packed my shit yesterday before the surprise engagement party. The only reason I packed early was in hopes that my time would have gotten taken up by a pretty little blonde I’ve grown so attached to lately. No such luck though.
I finally make it to the airport, through security and arrive at the gate just in time to see the backs of Shane and Alli walking hand-in-hand as they board the plane.
Shane takes a glance over his shoulder, presumably looking for me. Once he spots me jogging to the gate he throws his chin up acknowledging that he saw me.
Seeing Alli drags my thoughts back to Chelsea. I am fucking doomed forever if I don’t get Chelsea on the same page as me. I wish she would have come with us, but I never brought it up again after she totally freaked out on me when I first brought it up. She freaking ran the morning she actually stayed the night at my house. She said it felt like things were becoming too much for her.
“Late night, bro?” Shane stretches across the aisle and smacks my arm.
“I was at your engagement party man.”
“Yeah, but it didn’t end that late.” He’s looking at me as if I had some crazy night out on the town.
“I know.” I turn away from Shane, close my eyes and lay my head back against the
“You’re right.” She simply says. Her eyes search mine and it takes everything in me to not take back everything I just said to her. But, before I have a chance to go to her she turns on her heel, gets in her car and drives off.
Minutes pass as I still stand here wondering what in the fuck just happened. Why did I open my mouth? The last we spoke she said she was eventually going to talk to me and here I go and fuck it all up. I could kick myself for being so stupid.
I go back to my car and head home. I am so tempted to head to Chelsea’s place, but the last thing I need to see is another man walking through her door. It should be me. I should be the one to comfort her. I should be the one who tucks her in at night. Wake up with her. It should be me.
I know I sound like a selfish prick, but everything in me tells me that she feels it too. She is just hiding behind a wall that she built up to protect herself. From what? I don’t know. The only problem is she is the only one that is not allowing herself to fully accept anything more than what she thinks she deserves. And I think she deserves so much more. Maybe even more than me.
I don’t know what happened to her in her past, but if I find out some dumb fuck hurt her, I will find out who it was and teach him a lesson. No woman deserves to be hurt and it’s clear as day that Chelsea was hurt bad.
I wake up to the sound of my phone ringing over and over and over again. I ignore it for as long as I can before it is a moot point. I roll over and notice my bedside alarm clock says nine-forty-five.
“Holy shit.” I jump out of bed and nearly trip over the pile of clothes I left lying on the floor in a heaping pile. I was so tired and worn out last night that I didn’t even bother with putting them in the laundry basket. Unfortunately, I neglected to set my alarm, too. I grab my phone and notice it’s Cal. “Shit.”
I swipe the answer button and immediately apologize for being late, but it goes unnoticed. “Where the hell are you?”
“I’m on my way. I’m on my way.” I stumble over to the dresser, pull out a clean pair of jeans, underwear and socks and throw them on all the while listening to Cal yell at me through the phone lines. “I’ll be there in fifteen.” I hang up and toss my cell onto the bed and dash for the bathroom to brush my teeth and hair. I am late for the airport. The plane leaves in fifty minutes. I wish I could shower, but I have no time for that. I run back into the bedroom, throw on a t-shirt, grab my phone and suitcase and run for the door. Luckily, I packed my shit yesterday before the surprise engagement party. The only reason I packed early was in hopes that my time would have gotten taken up by a pretty little blonde I’ve grown so attached to lately. No such luck though.
I finally make it to the airport, through security and arrive at the gate just in time to see the backs of Shane and Alli walking hand-in-hand as they board the plane.
Shane takes a glance over his shoulder, presumably looking for me. Once he spots me jogging to the gate he throws his chin up acknowledging that he saw me.
Seeing Alli drags my thoughts back to Chelsea. I am fucking doomed forever if I don’t get Chelsea on the same page as me. I wish she would have come with us, but I never brought it up again after she totally freaked out on me when I first brought it up. She freaking ran the morning she actually stayed the night at my house. She said it felt like things were becoming too much for her.
“Late night, bro?” Shane stretches across the aisle and smacks my arm.
“I was at your engagement party man.”
“Yeah, but it didn’t end that late.” He’s looking at me as if I had some crazy night out on the town.
“I know.” I turn away from Shane, close my eyes and lay my head back against the
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