I spin to face him, my glare sharp enough to cut. “Let. Me.The fuck. Go,” I say to him, slow and succinct, while tears run down my face. He raises his brow and lets my arm go. I look over to Colt, who’s pulled away from Jessi, our eyes meeting briefly before I turn and run.
“Tease,” Jared yells before I exit the VIP room.
I shove my way through the crowd, my body practically vibrating with heat. Fury and self-loathing churn inside me, an inferno raging so wildly it feels like I might combust. My heartpounds, my skin burns, and no amount of fresh air will put out this fire.
Bursting through the club doors, I exhale sharply, relieved to see the paparazzi have vanished.Thank God.But the cool night air does nothing to soothe me.
How dare he kiss her in front of me?
That was one step too far.
My breaths come hard and fast as I scan for a cab—nothing. Frustration coils tighter in my chest, so I walk. No,storm. My heels strike the pavement with sharp, angry clicks, each step a warning to anyone within earshot.
I’m angry—so damn angry.
I’m confused—so damn confused.
But most of all, I am hurt.
Wrapping my arms around myself, I bow my head, seeking whatever comfort I can find. The weight of my own choices presses down on me, twisting my stomach with regret.
Behind me, quick footsteps echo against the pavement.
I don’t turn.
I don’t care.
It’s probably Jared, coming to collect on the mess I started.And that thought makes me hate myself just a little more.
“Dee! Dee, wait.”
Colt! That’s Colt’s voice.
Goddammit! I wince at the sound but keep walking.
He runs up to my side, and I side-eye him through tear-soaked eyes.
“Baby, I didn’t mean to hurt you. I don’t know what I was thinking. You look amazing tonight, and that fucker, Jared, had his hands all over you. I couldn’t take it. I just couldn’t take it,” he says breathlessly.
Instead of stopping, I pick up the pace, needing to be away from him.
“Dee, will youstopand talk to me?” he pleads.
I don’t trust myself, so I focus on the pavement, forcing myself to take each step.
“Stop walking away from me!”
So I do just that and glare. “I must be crazy to think you could have ever wanted someone like me. For God’s sake, you can’t even tell meyou love me,” I yell in his face.
He exhales and slumps. “Baby, I—”
“This was a mistake. You were a mistake. I’m going home,” I say, and I turn to start walking again.
“Are you seriously going to walk away from this?” Colt yells.
I stop and turn back to scowl at him. “What the hell isthis?” I wave my hands around us like a madwoman. “If you can tell me, I’dloveto know.”
He shakes his head but looks at the ground. “I don’t know, but don’t you want to find out?”
