Cal
Before my brain can process what is happening, my knees give out, and I end up on the floor of my kitchen. He found my jeep? How? Why?
Because he loves you, and you love that Jeep.
I pull myself off the ground and force myself to go get in the shower. Now that I know how I’m getting to work, I have to actually get ready.
Taking my time in the shower to collect myself, I wash my hair and run conditioner through it with my wide-toothed comb then take a few minutes to shave my legs. Climbing out of the shower, I shiver with cold, making a run for my closet to get dressed quickly.
“Holy fuck.” I whisper out loud to myself.
The pants that barely fit a few months ago are now almost falling off my hips. I guess a lack of appetite will do that to a girl. Nyx has shoved some bites down my throat to keep me from passing out, but it is not much. Mostly a protein shake here and there. Occasionally, Dee or Graham will make me food, and they will not leave until I eat what they deem is enough.
Quickly, I throw myself together. My hair is styled, and a few dabs of makeup on my face make me look like I am not the walking dead. Before I grab a few snacks out of the pantry to throw in my tote bag for the day, and head out of the house.
Walking to the garage, I damn near slip on some ice, but I manage to catch myself before I fall. Recovering quickly, I continue my way to the garage. I slide in the side door after scanning my fingerprint. Before I am even able to look up, I catch the bright blue of my baby out of the corner of my eye. Instantly, the tears start to flow again.
“God damn it, I’m going to be a mess before I even make it to work.” I dab under my eyes quickly and climb in to start her up.
The drive to work is fairly uneventful. The roads were wet but not too slick. It feels good to be able to drive myself again. I won’t be trapped at work. If I need to leave, I can. Hopefully, this is the start of everything turning around.
Now to get over Callum.
“Kyra!” I hear a voice call from the service department.
My office is in the back office area. I am usually back here by myself unless I am out filming social media or filming content with the salespeople.
“Who’s here?” I call back. I’m in the middle of working on something and don’t want to go out there for nothing.
“Some guy.” The service advisor shouts back.
Some guy? Who the fuck is here for me? Callum wouldn’t show up here, right?
Locking my computer screen, I head up to the service lane to see who could be here for me. Do I want it to be Callum? No, it would just hurt to see him. But it would soothe the ache in my chest.
When I spot him through the window of his bedroom, I instantly feel a little more at ease. The ache soothes even for just a second. I have been invited to the house for dinner on a few occasions, but I have declined. I know being in his presence will help, but I also know I can’t heal and move on if I continue to be around Cal.
Rounding the corner, I spot the man standing in the service center waiting for me. Surprisingly, he appears to have taken ashower and shaved; he has even gotten a haircut. Unfortunately, he is still Mike.
“Ahh, there is my future wifey.” He smiles so sweetly. I could almost forget that he is an abusive asshole.
“I thought I made myself clear, Mike. We are no longer together.” I sneer at him.
“A little birdy told me you aren’t fucking that tall blonde fuck anymore. So I was hoping that we could have dinner and talk things over.” He tries to put on his sweetest face, but his comments about Cal show his true intentions.
“Mike, get the fuck out and don’t come back to my place of work again.” I turn around, and before I know it, he’s got a hold of my hand, spinning me back around to face him.
“Ah, ah, ah, little bitch.” His chewing tobacco breath makes my stomach turn. How did I deal with him for so long?
“Oh, wow. Such an original nickname, dipshit.”
“You are a fiery one, now ain’t cha? Where was this when we were together?” He proceeds to brush my hair back away from my face and then runs his fingers through it.
I cringe at every single touch. His flesh on mine is no longer a welcome feeling. Now that I have realized how horribly he treated me. I may not be able to say no to Cal if he were to come barging in here, but I will put my foot down for this asshole.
“I had to learn to take care of my damn self since my fiancé wasn’t capable.” I turn to the receptionist. “Please ensure Mr. Ashman finds his way back to his truck.”
Mike refuses to let me go; his arm is banded around my waist. His mouth is right against my ear, so I can hear every single breath he takes. Reaching around with his other hand to grasp my breast. I bite my cheek so hard to keep myself from screaming. I don’t want to make a scene.
