Except last night. When Roy sparked a conversation with her after Diesel’s rejection, Jana had been so happy to have someone treat her like a human being andwantto talk to her. But she’d angered Diesel again. To be fair, she hadn’t expected him to just walk out of his cousin’s play to teach Jana a lesson.
That’s what he’d done, though, and she hadn’t heard from him until an hour ago when he ordered her to Rebel’s closet.
Rebel’s closet…
Awareness hit Jana and she blinked, stepping back as Rebel’s glare came into focus.
“Good to know you’ve checked back in, Jana.”
“Pick out your cheapest outfit because I don’t have any money to pay you back if I ruin your clothes.”
Folding her arms, Rebel rocked on her bare feet. She wore another pretty robe and had a towel wrapped around her head. “Why did you follow fuckface’s orders if you’re so hesitant?”
“I don’t have a lot of nice clothes.”
Rebel thought about that. “You don’t haveanymoney, do you?”
“No,” Jana mumbled.
“Why? What’s wrong…going on with you?”
“Nothing.”
“Not. Something is,” Rebel insisted. “There’s no fucking reason for you to put up with Diesel’s treatment.”
“I’m his fiancée.”
“You could be his wife, and it wouldn’t excuse his behavior.”
“I love him.”
“Broken record. That’s all you ever say and it still isn’t an excuse.Youloving him does not equate to him lovingyou. If he loved you, he wouldn’t treat you so bad.”
Nausea swirled in her belly and her insides shook at the thought of losing Diesel. “He can’t let me go. I don’t know what I’d do without him.”
“Probably thrive.”
Or overdose, which Jana couldn’t admit to. “Please don’t make him break our engagement.”
“You don’t know him very well if you think I could make him do anything.”
“I thought I did. I-I mean I do. We’re getting married.”
“Okay.”
Jana needed a hit. She couldn’t face the reality of how Diesel really felt about her and she couldn’t compete with Rebel, who didn’t like her very much. That wasn’t the way Jana envisioned their relationship at all.
“Take this for what it’s worth, Jana,” Rebel said evenly. “I’m lending you clothes because you came to my door and asked me to. Diesel didn’t let me know you were coming. I’ll show you my phone to prove it. But youcannotcontinue to mope, cry, and jump at, orto, everything Diesel does and says. It isn’t good for you and that motherfucker isn’t worth it. No one is.”
“I want him to love me back.”
“Why?”
“Because I love—”
“If you say that to me again, I’m never fucking talking to you in life. It’s fucking established that you love him. Why? And why do you want him to love you when you can’t seem to handle him?”
“He’s so very handsome.”
