She claws the bedsheets, her body beginning to shake as I come hard. I grunt out my release, my fingers digging into her hips with each thrust. She comes apart seconds later, then her heavy pants fill the silence.
I sag against her, but she pushes me away, getting off the bed and swooping down to grab her dressing gown from the floor. She wraps it around her body, tying it into place, then she glances at me with a look of disgust before heading into thebathroom, slamming the door behind her. And just like that, we are right back to ignoring each other.
I flop down on the bed, fisting my hair in frustration.
How the fuck did we get here?
CHAPTER TEN
ROCHELLE
Red and I are sitting in the kitchen, but it feels like I’m a million miles away. It’s been weeks now. Drifter and I aren’t sharing a bed. We’re barely sharing words. We’ve gone from best friends, from soul mates, to acting like we can’t stand the sight of each other.
The worst part is, I don’t even know what we’re really mad about anymore.
I’ve tried to smooth things over, tried to call a truce, but every time I open my mouth it spirals into something bigger. The immaturity and stubborness creep in. I never wanted to turn into my mother. I never wanted a man ruling my life. My dad did that for years as VP of this place, and I watched it happen. I’m not about to let my husband treat me the same way.
And now, because of that thinking, because neither of us will bend, we’re stuck in a stalemate.
I blow over my coffee, deep in thought, when Red clears her throat. I glance her way, and she offers a weak smile. “Just talk to him.”
I shrug miserably. “It’s not that simple.”
“Of course, it is. You’re being stubborn.”
I arch my brow. “Says the one who went into full brat mode after we got found out.”
“But at least Rock and I are back on talking terms now. You’re still at it.”
I sigh, placing my cup back on the table. “You’re calling me a brat?”
“Well . . .”
“You’re supposed to be on my side,” I remind her.
“There isn’t sides on this one. You love him, right?”
“Of course. He’s the love of my life, the man who taught me everything.” I smirk at the memory of him taking my virginity, worshipping me, letting me know I was his everything, and, from that moment on, there would be no turning back. “When we were younger, I was his equal. Now, I feel like I’m second best to everything else.”
Red reaches over, grabbing my hand.
“You know that’s not personal.Youtaughtmethat, remember?”
I nod, not trusting myself to speak as my emotions rush to the surface.
The door swings open, and Bella walks in with her son, Mason, hot on her heels. She takes one look at the scene before her and turns Mason around, pushing him out of the kitchen.
“Go find Clay. Get him to help with that maths homework.”
We hear him groan. “But Mummmmm?—”
“No, you need to do it. Go.”
She turns back, coming into the kitchen and pulling out a chair beside me.
“We having an intervention?” she asks, and we all burst out laughing.
“Red was just telling me how much of an irrational brat I’ve been recently,” I reply.
