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would you rather go out?” he asked, still holding the phone in his hand.
“I, uh, I can’t have breakfast. I have to go,” I stuttered out, backing away from his suddenly narrowed eyes.
“Where do you have to go?” he asked, in a smooth, calm voice that didn’t match his eyes. “Did something happen?”
“No. I just…have to go.”
I backed away as he rounded the coffee table. In my head I was berating him for making me a cheater, for betraying a woman who’d put her trust in him, for being just another asshole. The angry words rattled in my brain, unable to reach my mouth. They felt too vulnerable, as if I’d let him hurt me when we didn’t have that kind of relationship. He’d never promised me anything other than a date for the weekend, and so far he was delivering on that. I didn’t have to stay and be party to his cheating, but I wasn’t sure I had a right to my anger or my growing sense of hurt. That was for the girlfriend he’d betrayed. I didn’t want him to know he’d gotten to me. I might have unwisely developed some feelings for him, but I was going to keep them to myself.
“Tell me why you have to go, Leigha,” he said, stalking closer.
“I…I can’t stay.” I took another few steps backwards, toward the door.
“Are you alright?” He’d reached me by then, taking my arms in his hands, halting my backward progress.
“I’m fine. I just want to go home.”
“Why? And don’t tell me you’re fine. You look miserable. Tell me what’s wrong.”
“I was looking for my clothes,” I said, yet again unable to refuse a direct order from this man.
“And?”
“And I found her things. Your girlfriend’s clothes.”
“I don’t think so,” he said, the side of his mouth curling up. The sight of his amusement was too much. I tore myself away, stepping back until my shoulders hit the door of the penthouse.
“I did. I’m not a cheater. I’m not going to stay here with you like this while there’s another woman out there thinking you’re hers. I can’t. The deal is off. Thank you for last night and everything, but I’m going.” On the tail of my little speech, I whirled to open the door.
“You’re leaving like that? Practically naked? No purse?” Now he sounded like he was laughing at me. I fumed, frustration and disappointment welling in my chest until I felt my eyes fill.
“Where are my things?” I demanded. He reached for me, but I slapped his hand away. “Tell me where my things are so I can leave.”
“What if I told you my girlfriend wouldn’t care that you were here?” He asked, reaching for me again. I ducked away, retreating into the living room where I could get some space from him.
“I care,” I said, humiliated by the tears coursing down my cheeks. Why wouldn’t he just give me my things and let me go? “Please just give me my clothes and my purse so I can leave.”
I remembered bringing my purse up with me, but it was nowhere to be seen now. It was going to be bad enough to go to the rehearsal dinner and wedding dateless after showing up with Dylan last night. I couldn’t imagine how awful it would be if I had to call my Mom from the lobby, wearing nothing but a towel, and ask her to let me in her room. Too late, I wished I’d asked her for her room number the night before, but there hadn’t been a reason to think I’d need it.
“Give me my things, Dylan. Please,” I asked again, wishing I could have done this without crying. I wanted to be strong and fierce. Righteous. Not defeated.
“No,” Dylan said. He was across the room before I could think up an escape route. He grabbed for my arms again, this time catching hold before I could push him away. He held me still with one hand while the other snatched the end of my loosening towel and tugged it free. Fresh tears spilled from my eyes. As if this hadn’t been humiliating enough, now I was completely naked. Dylan pulled me close, plastering me to the length of his body, his arms a
“I, uh, I can’t have breakfast. I have to go,” I stuttered out, backing away from his suddenly narrowed eyes.
“Where do you have to go?” he asked, in a smooth, calm voice that didn’t match his eyes. “Did something happen?”
“No. I just…have to go.”
I backed away as he rounded the coffee table. In my head I was berating him for making me a cheater, for betraying a woman who’d put her trust in him, for being just another asshole. The angry words rattled in my brain, unable to reach my mouth. They felt too vulnerable, as if I’d let him hurt me when we didn’t have that kind of relationship. He’d never promised me anything other than a date for the weekend, and so far he was delivering on that. I didn’t have to stay and be party to his cheating, but I wasn’t sure I had a right to my anger or my growing sense of hurt. That was for the girlfriend he’d betrayed. I didn’t want him to know he’d gotten to me. I might have unwisely developed some feelings for him, but I was going to keep them to myself.
“Tell me why you have to go, Leigha,” he said, stalking closer.
“I…I can’t stay.” I took another few steps backwards, toward the door.
“Are you alright?” He’d reached me by then, taking my arms in his hands, halting my backward progress.
“I’m fine. I just want to go home.”
“Why? And don’t tell me you’re fine. You look miserable. Tell me what’s wrong.”
“I was looking for my clothes,” I said, yet again unable to refuse a direct order from this man.
“And?”
“And I found her things. Your girlfriend’s clothes.”
“I don’t think so,” he said, the side of his mouth curling up. The sight of his amusement was too much. I tore myself away, stepping back until my shoulders hit the door of the penthouse.
“I did. I’m not a cheater. I’m not going to stay here with you like this while there’s another woman out there thinking you’re hers. I can’t. The deal is off. Thank you for last night and everything, but I’m going.” On the tail of my little speech, I whirled to open the door.
“You’re leaving like that? Practically naked? No purse?” Now he sounded like he was laughing at me. I fumed, frustration and disappointment welling in my chest until I felt my eyes fill.
“Where are my things?” I demanded. He reached for me, but I slapped his hand away. “Tell me where my things are so I can leave.”
“What if I told you my girlfriend wouldn’t care that you were here?” He asked, reaching for me again. I ducked away, retreating into the living room where I could get some space from him.
“I care,” I said, humiliated by the tears coursing down my cheeks. Why wouldn’t he just give me my things and let me go? “Please just give me my clothes and my purse so I can leave.”
I remembered bringing my purse up with me, but it was nowhere to be seen now. It was going to be bad enough to go to the rehearsal dinner and wedding dateless after showing up with Dylan last night. I couldn’t imagine how awful it would be if I had to call my Mom from the lobby, wearing nothing but a towel, and ask her to let me in her room. Too late, I wished I’d asked her for her room number the night before, but there hadn’t been a reason to think I’d need it.
“Give me my things, Dylan. Please,” I asked again, wishing I could have done this without crying. I wanted to be strong and fierce. Righteous. Not defeated.
“No,” Dylan said. He was across the room before I could think up an escape route. He grabbed for my arms again, this time catching hold before I could push him away. He held me still with one hand while the other snatched the end of my loosening towel and tugged it free. Fresh tears spilled from my eyes. As if this hadn’t been humiliating enough, now I was completely naked. Dylan pulled me close, plastering me to the length of his body, his arms a
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