There will be no buttering me up, Duncan. Save your butter for someone else.
“Chloe. Baby. It’s so good to see you. I’ve missed you.”
He goes in for a kiss, but I turn away. There is no way in hell I am going to let him convince me to get back with him.
“Duncan. You wanted to meet,” I state, matter-of-factly.
I cross my arms and lean back in the chair. Tension and coffee perfume the air around us.
He tucks his sunglasses into the collar of his shirt and shoves a hand through his brown hair.
“You don’t miss me?” He aims another smile my direction. “It’s been months since we’ve seen each other.”
Nothing. I feel nothing but anger and bitterness toward this man.
“And whose fault is that?” I quirk a brow at him.
“You’re the one that ran out on our wedding, baby. Not me.”
“Don’t baby me,” I hiss. “You’re the one that was cheatingon me.”
“Who says I was cheating?”
He looks relaxed. At ease. Like he doesn’t have a care in the world.
What an asshole.
I hate that I let myself get so taken by him.
“I heard you talking to your side piece on the phone, Duncan. You really couldn’t keep it in your pants for a few hours?”
Although, it got me out of marrying him, so can I really complain now?
“You don’t know what you heard.” Duncan leans over the table, stabbing his finger against the mosaic surface. “You heard one part of a conversation that wasn’t meant for you.”
I roll my eyes. “I wasn’t supposed to hear you on the phone with your girlfriend? I’msosorry.”
“Look, I’m trying to make peace here, Chloe. I am ready to take you back and marry you because I can be the bigger person.”
“Bigger person?” My skin is boiling I’m so mad.
He wants to be the bigger person? When he is the one that was cheating on me? Hell, no.
“Then tell me the truth.”
Duncan looks confused. “What truth?”
“That you were cheating on me.”
His dark brown eyes study me. As if he’s trying to see what he can get away with telling me.
I don’t know what fantasy world he lives in, but if he thinks he can lie again and get away with it, he’s lost it.
Duncan takes my hand and I rip it away from him, trying not to let my blood curdle at his touch.
“There was only ever you, baby.”
“Unbelievable!” I scoff, throwing my hands up in the air, drawing the stares of people around us. “You can’t even tell the truth now. Was this how our marriage was going to be? Me, waiting at home for you, while you ran around with your tramp?”
