“Let me out, Sully.”
“In a minute… just… fuck! Stop fucking fighting with me.”
“I refuse to fall in this trap again, Sully. I gave you everything,everythingand you sent me a fucking dear Jane letter!”
I lean my head back against the seat and fight the urge to yell ‘fuck’ as loud as I can. “Why can’t you see passed it?
She looks at me, silent for what feels like forever before saying anything.
“Because, I still hurt.” She says it so low I’m scared I didn’t hear her correctly. I can see the tears fall down her cheeks when she turns to look out the window. “I still feel the loss of you like it was yesterday. Nothing takes it away, it burns. I try to date, dance, work but nothing makes it stop.”
I unlock the doors and rush to her side of the car. I open her door and kneel right there on the pavement, knowing I need to see her face. “I can make it stop baby.” I take her hands in mine and kiss her knuckles.
She shakes her head no and tries to pull her hands from mine.
“Mya, I can make the pain stop, not this pale impression of a boyfriend you have.”
She looks at me with fire in her eyes. “Do not talk about him. You know nothing.”
“I know he will never be able to do to you what I do.”
“What about your new friend Tatum?” She asks me snidely. The thing with that bullshit is that chick is nobody to me.
“She was with Otto looking to fuck. I didn’t invite her and if given the chance to see her again? It’s a resounding hell no. You didn’t give me the time to tell you that before you bailed out of my driveway. Tatum followed right behind you, just so you know.”
“I am pretty sure had I not been there she would have been a great welcome home gift!”
I shake my head annoyed by her ass. “The only gift I gave a fuck about was a bottle of Patron from my pissed off ex!”
“Stop calling me that!” She says through grit teeth. “I hate that.” She says quietly and I can’t help but laugh.
I knew she was mad and hurt, but I was sick and tired of the game. Right here and now, she had a choice to make and I am hell bent on making her. I lean in and slip my hand around her neck, scooting forward until I have her hip in my other hand. I lean into her ear and exhale slowly, methodically, deliberately.
Once I see the shiver from my nearness, I make my point. “I made you bleed for me, Pet. I didn’t feel bad for tearing through your innocence and owning you. I loved it, every part of it. I feel your breaths coming fast and know you remember what my dick feels like inside of you. I have been in you every way imaginable, hell I am in you right now. I don’t have to touch you to be in you, Pet. You are mine and fucking Micha or a million other wannabe boyfriends or a harem of tatterflie’s will ever change that.” I kiss her then, hard. My mouth pushed hers open as our tongues dance, slipping inside one another.
I catch her moan and take it in, smother it with my own. “Fuck. I want you Mya. You want to leave us both desperate that’s on you, I’ll allow it. When you realize I am it, you come to me. You leave the anger and the hurt and come to me. I will fix us both and put us back together.”
“How?” She asks as I lean back and stand before walking to the driver’s side. I need distance or I will push my luck and try to fuck her now.
“Leave him and come to me. That’s how.”
“How does that fix anything, Sully?” Fuck I hate that she won’t call me Sam. I hate that she needs a million answers right now, even though the only one that matters is as simple as coming to me.
“If you don’t know, I can’t tell you. You clearly need to make more mistakes so that I stew in mine. That’s fine Pet, I have all the time in the world to sit and watch.” I point at her and drum my fingers on the hood of the car. “You know I am right Mya. You want to fight it, draw it out and hurt us both more in the process, fine. Because I would forgive you anything.”
Chapter Five
Mya
‘I would forgive you anything.’
His words have replayed for the last few days. Those words were the most painful of everything we fought about that night in the car. Was I drawing the inevitable out? Maybe, but where did he get off making me out to be a forgone conclusion? Yeah, I love him and miss him. But, he hurt me in a way I am not sure I can forgive.
Micha: It’s been three days Mya.
I stare at the message Micha sent me this morning after refusing his calls. I hate how he treated me, that he left me there after shoving money down my top. Do I want him? The truth is yes. I want normal, no drama or turmoil and Micha is safe.
I see the students for my next class enter the studio and know I need to get my brain on task and not this early life crisis I am having. “Auntie!” Noel screams with joy as she enters the studio with Ella.
