Unknown Number: You told me you loved me.
Is he for real? I can’t even wrap my head around who it is that I just spent the last year of my life dating.
Me:And you lied to me for over a year. Go fuck your wife, asshole. I’m done.
Unknown Number: No, you aren’t. You’re mad and trying to lash out, but your feelings can’t fade that fast. This guy is just your way of getting back at me.
Oh yes they can. My rose-colored glasses have been smashed to smithereens, and this stalker behavior has only heightened my disgust for him.
“Is that him?”
The deep voice startles me. That was a fast shower. I turn, finding myself staring at a thick chest of muscles. He didn’t put his shirt back on. The drops of water are still clinging to his skin, trickling down over the ripples. Running all the way down to the trail of hair disappearing beneath the waistband of his low-riding jeans. The button isn’t even fastened. I swallow hard, never having seen a man built like him. I thought Alex was cut from perfection. But this man…whew.
“Need your eyes to look up here, doll, before I’m tempted to do something I shouldn’t.”
Somebody shoot me now.
I’m blatantly checking him out.
“Did your ex text you again?”
I look back down at my phone, feeling the heat in my cheeks. “Yes. He did.”
“Show me.”
He’s suddenly standing before me, so close I can smell him. He smells crisp and clean, lathered in my soap and shampoo, but he doesn’t smell feminine. His underlying scent is mixed in, making something seductive and alluring. Completely intoxicating.
Finally giving up on me to answer, he takes the phone from my hands and studies the screen, his knuckles turning white as he reads my screen. He stalks over to my sliding glass door, pulling back the curtain to look out.
“Show me his car.”
There’s a lethal edge to his voice that has me hesitating. His head turns back, and the anger is cinched around every feature. I quickly shuffle forward, looking out to the parking lot. I don’t see Alex’s car anywhere.
“He must’ve left. Maybe now that he thinks I’m dating someone, he’ll leave me alone.”
“Not likely. What kind of car does he have so I can keep an eye out for him?”
“He drives an Audi R8. A red one.”
“Of course he fucking does. Don’t they all,” he mumbles, shaking his head.
If Alex ever finds himself standing in front of this man, he better watch out. Rogue looks like he wants to murder him. He’s about to squeeze the life out of my phone.
11
Rogue
Idon’t think the doctor is going anywhere. Denial is locked around his ego so tight it’s not getting through that this pretty girl isn’t interested in him. And by the way she was looking at me, I can confirm the fact. Damn if it wasn’t a struggle to keep myself from walking over to her and taking her hand in mine, make it trail down the same path her eyes took. It’s been a long damn time since I needed to take a cold shower, but I had that water pumped to ice to calm the heat flowing in my veins.
“I don’t understand why he’s not taking the hint.” She sits on the sofa.
Because just like Davis, he probably thinks he’s a fucking king. He’s probably worshipped by all his patients and his family, and he doesn’t understand how anyone in their right mind might not want to have anything to do with them.
“How long were you two together?” I take a seat next to her, trying desperately not to touch her.
“Fourteen months.”
That’s a long damn time.
