Chapter Thirty-Three
Joel
Jacob and Bella?
Jack and Rose?
Rick and Ilsa?
Joel and Alessandra?
What all do they have in common? Epic-failed couples.
I thought I was doing the right thing, suggesting that we lay low, but with everything that had been churning in her head, then seeing pictures of me and that nurse, it had broken the cuckoo from the clock. She wouldn’t even let me explain. Those walls that I fought so hard to knock down just shot back up and created a fortress.
I thought about how horribly wrong everything turned while floating in my pool on a unicorn tube. It was a joke from my sister, but it had a spot for my vodka bottle so in the pool we went.
Did Alessandra ever truly let me in? I thought so. Maybe I was wrong.
I woke up the next morning face down on my couch, feeling like shit both physically and mentally. I grabbed my phone and saw a bunch of texts I didn’t remember sending.
We need to talk. -Joel
Alessandra, get your sexy ass back to my house. -Joel
That ass is going to be so fucking pink for this shit. -Joel
Just kidding. -Joel
Maybe. -Joel
Please just let me explain. Call me. -Joel
Ims gonnnn caleeeeeeeee tommmmmm. . . . .. I lerv u. -Joel
Obviously that last one I was too drunk or on my way out of consciousness to really text.
She still hadn’t called or texted me back, and it was killing me. She thought I cheated, and hadn’t been real with her. My only thought was, whatever screwed with her head our last day in Kauai really messed her up, even if she didn’t want to admit it. Alessandra was so strong. I knew she and Jenson could have outlasted the paparazzi crap. Something had to have been stirring the pot and seeing those pictures just confirmed the worst in her head. Her fears got to her.
I rolled off the couch, needing to take a piss, and try to be human for the day.
As soon as I showered and forced myself to eat, I kept thinking of all the times I called her crazy and laughed about the type of woman she was. She’d never really proved it until yesterday, and it didn’t lessen my love for her. I still loved her so much I could barely breathe without her.
I had officially spooned the lioness and gotten bit.
One thing that mattered now was how I reacted. She didn’t want anything to do with me in her head. So where did that leave me?
In the same place I was before our date. Annoying the shit out of her until those walls broke, and she falls in love with me again. I’d wait forever. I really didn’t care as long as the outcome was her back in my arms.
My phone lit up and “Love on the Brain,” by Rihanna came on. It was Alessandra’s song! She was calling me!
I answered as soon as I could reach the phone.
“Alessandra,” I sighed in relief, elated that she was calling me.
“I can’t fucking believe you. You orchestrated this whole thing! Me in your life. God!” She was not just fuming, she was lit up with an IV of gasoline in her veins. Shit, what now?
“Explain.”
