Back in DC, he could hide for a while, living off of his savings until he figured out what he was going to do.
Maybe he’d leave the country.
He heard Spain was nice.
Then again, he was a disaster on this continent. Should he really spread that around?
As he moved through his sparse apartment, the one he’d just begun renting, he was doing his laundry when there was banging on his door.
Oh, boy.
Had Elizabeth chased him back here?
Going to the door, he tried to peek out, and the hole was blocked. While he normally wouldn’t open a door without knowing who it was, he didn’t have the energy to fight with anyone.
He.
Was.
Empty.
As he opened it, he saw that it wasn’t his old boss, but instead his once partner—the one he’d had sex with last night.
Immediately, he tried to close it.
Only, that didn’t end well.
Corbin shoved his foot into the door to keep it from being slammed in his face.
He said one thing.
“We need to talk.”
Oh, contraire.
They had nothing to say that wasn’t expressed the night before. Corbin made it perfectly clear that it changed nothing, and it never would.
There was no room for him in his world.
And Alex was done pretending he could assimilate into someone’s life.
The definition of insanity was doing the same thing over and over again and expecting a different outcome.
He was a waste of space.
PERIOD.
His person wasn’t out there, and he’d never find them. He’d tried women, men, and nothing stuck. He was giving up, and calling it a loss.
“Actually, we don’t. Everything was said last night. It changes nothing. Besides, I know what is going to be said. What happened was just one more‘fuck you’in the long line of themin my life, and we’re no longer partners. I quit, so there’s no need for you to be here. You wanted off the team, and you ran as fast as you could, so I did the same. You’re absolved of your responsibilities of being saddled with me. You said it changed nothing, so why have this conversation?”
Corbin heard the tone, and someone had given up. He’d been a constant resident of rock bottom, so he understood the hopelessness.
It became all he had.
He knew if he was going to get through to Alex, he had to be one hundred percent honest with him.
After all, he’d been holding back, and it caused this rift. It was time to fix it.
