As soon as I entered my living room, I dropped my purse on my coffee table and whirled around.
Will was not at my back.
“Will?”
He appeared in the doorway, his expression pinched. “You … you took down the photos of us. From your wall.”
Oh.
Guilt pricked me. Followed by irritation that I’d feel guilty for something I totally had the right to do!
“We’re not together anymore so, yes, I took them down.”
His handsome cheeks turned ruddy. “And are we not together anymore because I asked for space to figure things out or are we not together anymore because you were fucking the Caley United goalkeeper behind my back?”
Rage unlike anything I’d experienced in a long time flushed hotly through me. It made myvoice low, my tone seething as I responded, “No. I did not cheat on you. Baird and I were just friends. At least on my side of things. But after you emotionally cheated on me and we broke up, he told me he had feelings for me.”
Will’s jaw clenched before he hissed back, “We hadn’t broken up. You blocked me!”
Was he insane? There went my vow not to engage with him.
“I blocked you because we broke up! We broke up the moment you asked me to wait around while you decided which of your girlfriends you thought deserved you.”
Will strode toward me, his expression so uncharacteristically aggressive I tensed but refused to step back. “Therefore, you decide to get engaged weeks later to another man? And to do it publicly. What? To humiliate me?”
Oh my goodness. How had I not realized how self-involved this prick was? “No. Becky put me forward for the campaign without my permission, and if I didn’t do it, I’d lose my job. The engagement was never supposed to be this public.”
“Oh, that’s right. Blame a colleague. Blame everyone but yourself.”
All the months I’d complained about Becky he’d never taken my side in it.
Not like Baird.
I realized that while there were a million ugly things I wanted to spew at this man, he wasn’t worth it. He wasn’t worth the energy.
“Get out, Will. I don’t know what your purpose in coming here was, but get out.”
Instead, Will crossed his arms over his chest. “I’m not leaving until we talk about this. For once, we’re going toargue, Maia, instead of you sweeping it under the rug or you appeasing me.”
Well, at least he had a modicum of insight and perception.
“The problem is, Will, I don’t care to anymore. I don’t want to argue with you. Leave.”
“No. I want to argue because I don’t think this is done between us.”
“Oh, you’re leaving,” a deep, familiar voice announced before he appeared, striding into my living room.
My whole body relaxed at the sight of Baird and something dark and wrathful flashed in his eyes when he noted my relief.
He stopped at my side, his arm pressing into mine. “You heard her. Get the fuck out.”
Will tilted his chin in defiance. “What kind of man swoops in to steal another man’s fiancée?”
“The kind who wants her more than you do. Also, she wasn’t your fiancée anymore. Now get the fuck out.”
“You have no idea what I want. You’re an ill-educated athlete who can barely string a sentence together. Do you really think you can give her what she needs?”
“How dare?—”
