“I ate and fucked. Happy?”
That simple question breaks the uneasiness inside of me. I turn my head to the side so he doesn’t see the tears.
Jagger
What the fuck?I broke my fiancée.
"What's wrong?" I ask since her tears kicked my bullshit to the back of my mind. Straightening, I tuck myself back in my pants and pull her up so she’s sitting on the table.
"Nothing," she lies with a sniff as she stares to her right to avoid eye contact.
I get into her space until she has no choice but to look at me and ask her again.
“What’s wrong, Karebear?”
The softer approach either hurts more or provides the space she needs to display her emotions. Her beautiful face creases as she cries harder. I’m amazed at how her tears fuck me up. I don’t like women crying in general but these tears tug at a part of me I don’t understand. I feel the overwhelming desire to fix it. I rub her arm until she’s ready to speak. I feel like I’m mad at the world but Karessa isn’t one of them.
“I don’t recognize my life. Almost everything I know has been ripped from me and turned upside down. I know you have your own bullshit because it’s your life as well but I'm trying, dammit."
"I know."
It's all I have right now. I'm still processing everything. I'm used to doing it on my own or bitching to Oran. I can't do that right now. He just got married yesterday and while my mom will forgive my dad, Oran won't which means my wedding will be awkward as fuck.
"I know it's only been a day, but do you think this is how it'll be? Us processing shit on our own and only functioning during sex?" She shakes her head. "You're losing the love of your life; it isn't a fair question."
I chuckle despite the fucked-up situation. If Layla is the love of my life I'm fucking doomed.
"It isn't an act. You really are ridiculously sweet. It's your fucking life as ell. It's a valid question, doll." I drop my forehead to hers. "I hope the fuck not, but I'm having a terrible day."
She looks down and bites her lip. "I should've minded my business."
"No. It was the right call. My mom just gave me a lot to unpack. Layla isn't who I thought she was. It hurts." I supply that little information to appease her for now. I'm not ready to talk about it.
She caresses my cheek although I'm busy wiping her tears.
"Our marriage may not begin the way we would choose but I'd never hurt or deceive you. You need to know that.” Her earnestness is refreshing after the day I've just had.
I grin at her and tease her lip with my thumb. “Is it weird that I already know that? I’m not going to make any promises right now but believe me when I say it’ll be okay.” I take another taste of her lips then push away. “I’ll be right back.”
Retreating to the room, I pull a card out of my wallet. She’s still sitting on the table with her legs swinging while she checks out the sad state of her shirt. I pluck the keys out of their spot.
“Pack a bag or buy new shit, I don’t care.” She looks surprised. “I’m not kicking you out.” I give her the card and the keys to my Porsche Turbo 911 S since I’m convinced my car makes her pussy wet. “Go to the penthouse at the hotel.”
“Jagger…” she starts to protest but I cut her off.
“No. I want you to do this. Go to the hotel, buy all the fucking spa services you can stand every day if you want to, charge it to the Hanlon account. Invite your sisters if you like. Clear the minibar everyday if you like. Throw a fucking party. My parents caused your distress, make them pay. Give me a few days, okay?”
“Okay,” she agrees with a nod.
She slides off the table and I watch her ass sway in that tight ass skirt as she walks away. She’s the last person I want to snap at or hurt with my mood, but I’m surprised I miss her when she leaves.
Chapter Seven
Jagger
“I should've knownI’d find your punk ass in Oran’s office, again. Like how many times do we have to discuss your encroachment on my territory?” I demand from Caerwyn Hale. The asshole just grins like....well, an asshole.
Oran continues to work on his computer like a crazy person. His psycho ass has been smothering Ainslee on purpose but had to make a quick run to the office.
