And he still didn’t get it. Barely resisting the urge to beat my head against the door, I took a deep breath.
“Did you like the bracelet and the flowers I sent?” he asked.
“Grandma will enjoy the flowers, and I’m sure the charity Jayson donated the bracelet to is grateful. You can get a receipt for your taxes from him on your way out.” I grabbed the doorknob.
“Wait. You donated the bracelet? Why? It was perfect for you. I understand why you’re upset with me, but don’t you think this has gone on long enough? Shouldn’t we be to the kiss and makeup part by now?”
He made me want to drink, and we’re talking copious amounts of hard liquor here. “Listen closely, Lance, because I’m only going to explain this one more time. You. Cheated. On. Me. I’m never going to get over it. Never going to forgive you. We are never ever getting back together. There will never be any kissing or making up with you. Anything that was once between us, is now over.”
“I can’t believe you’re going to throw away everything we have over a one-time thing.”
Not only was the bastard shifting blame onto me for throwing our relationship away, but he wasn’t even man enough to call his infidelity a mistake. It was just a “thing,” because the perfect Lance Anderson never made a mistake in his life. Well, I’d made plenty, and the most recent was staring me in the face.
“Get out,” I said, opening the door.
“It hasn’t been five minutes,” he objected.
I took another deep breath, trying to remember why it would be wrong to grab the scissors from my desk and stab him in the throat. “I don’t care. Get out.”
He sat on his ass, staring at me.
Done. I was so done with him, his gifts, his guilt, that stupid little crease in his chin that I used to find sexy. Everything about him repulsed me. “Get. The. Fuck. Out. Now.”
He blinked at me.
“Don’t make me file a restraining order, Lance. I’m done. Now leave before I grab my taser and light you up like a Christmas tree.”
He started to say something, and I went for my purse, ready to make good on the threat.
“Fifty-thousand volts right to that little penis of yours. Don’t think I won’t do it.”
Paling, he stood and hurried out.
Relieved, I slammed the door behind him.
