Well, f*ck. How am I supposed to be mad at her now?
I wanted to forgive her, but at the same time, I didn’t want her to just say sorry because she was guilty. That wasn’t the apology I expected to have.
“Tally, I told you no,” I sighed. “Why can’t you just listen to me? After everything that happened with Chad, you know how I feel about being with another man.”
Nodding her head, she dried her tears. “I know. I f*cked up, Becca. I didn’t think that Alejandro was going to be such a douche. Honestly, you should have kicked his ass.”
“Yeah, well I was going to, but of course, your dad came in and ruined my plans,” I teased, rolling my eyes. “Next time, I will try to do it before he gets there, though.”
She laughed with me as she sat down on the edge of my bed. “I just want you to be happy again, Becca. I don’t want you to never try to find love again because of him.”
There was a sincerity in her words that made me hesitate in my response. I had never heard her say such things to me like that before. Usually, she was quick to push away the topic of something bad and tell me to forget it.
Yet, here she sat, drunk and crying in my room when it should have been me upset.
Perhaps, she was still the girl I used to know.
I wasn’t ready to let my guard down just yet though.
Something inside me told me to be careful.
Two days.
For two days, I had avoided him, and I was becoming more nervous every day. I didn’t know how to face him after what had happened to me the other day. The altercations with Alejandro had been traumatic in a sense, yes, but I was more embarrassed James had seen it.
The memory of how he had wrapped me into his embrace sent a warm sensation through my body. The smell of his earthy cologne stuck in my mind as he had brushed his fingers against my skin.
Every bit I loved, and yet, I knew I couldn’t have him.
The sound of the front door opening drew me from my thoughts, and as I looked out the window, I watched James walking to his car. His dark hair was styled to perfection as the three-piece suit clung to his body, showing off the sculpted muscles he hid underneath.
F*ck, he’s gorgeous.
As if he could hear my thoughts, his sunglass-covered eyes looked towards me, and a smile crested his lip as he slowly turned and climbed into his car.
Seeing him go was a disappointment, but a breath of relief.
As a heavy breath escaped my lips, I closed my eyes, relishing in the fact I had escaped another morning with him.
Another morning where awkward silence would fill the space between us, and I would reel over a thousand words I wanted to say but didn’t have the courage to.
Then again, perhaps that was what he wanted. The entire situation was more than confusing, and I had to figure a way to resolve my conflicts.
“Becca?” Tally’s voice called from my closed door, pulling me back to the present. My eyes drifted towards the door.
“Uh-yeah!” I called back. “Come in, I’m just getting motivated.”
The last thing I wanted was for her to know I had been eye f*cking her father.
Even if that thought made me sort of excited.
God, what the f*ck is wrong with me lately?
As the door opened, I smiled, trying to act casual. Tally’s brow raised slightly as she stared at me with a hint of amusement at the corner of her lips. “What are you doing?”
“Nothing, why?” I quickly replied, not trying to seem obvious.
“Because you look like a kid who got caught doing something she wasn’t supposed to be doing. I mean, I haven’t seen you look like that since summer camp.”
Rolling my eyes, I groaned, knowing exactly what she was talking about, but not wanting to relive that memory. I was still pissed at her. “I said nothing. What did you want?”
“Uh-huh.” She sighed, shaking her head. “So, I was thinking we could head down to the beach today.”
Is she being serious? After the other day…
“I don’t know. I’m still not happy with you about the other day.”
Staring at her, I saw the guilt in her eyes. She hadn’t meant for Alejandro to act like that towards me, and when she found out the truth, she couldn’t stop apologizing.
“I told you I was sorry, Becca. Please don’t let this come between us.”
“Dude, he tried to sexually assault me. Thank god your dad was there to stop him.” I scoffed as I moved around the room, picking up the clothing I had scattered about.
“I know, and I’m sorry,” she pleaded. “He didn’t assault you though… so, that’s a good thing, right?”
“Tally!” I snapped. “It doesn’t matter if he did or didn’t. It was the principle of the fact. You disregarded what I told you and tried to push him on me anyways. That right there was messed up.”
“You’re being over dramatic-“
Stopping in my tracks, I stared at her with shock, “Are you fucking serious right now?”
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.