Page 51 of A Second Chance At Forever

Mason

I wentby Lennox’s new apartment to explain why I hadn’t broken up with Nicole, but all I did was hurt her more.

Why do I keep doing this to this girl? How many times can I break her heart without her hating me? All I want is Lennox. All I’ve thought about for the past five years is Lennox. How to hold onto her, how to get over her, now she’s back and I still can’t have her. How do I keep fucking everything up? How can I fix this?

By the time I had managed to stop thinking about how shitty my life had become and took a shower, I was running behind.

I was in such a rush to get to the shop, that I jumped in and started the truck. Shifting into reverse, I noticed an envelope under my windshield wiper.

I leaned forward, squinting against the morning sun trying to figure out how it got there and what it was. Finally, I rolled down the window and reached out, pulling the envelope back inside.

I put the truck back in park and ripped it open.

I reached in to pull out pictures of Lennox and me from our weekend.

What the fuck is this?

It was a picture of us at the bar, we were sitting across from one another. I was smiling and my hand was extended across the table holding hers.

The next was a picture of us getting on my boat, then one of us at the coffee shop the next morning. I flipped to the last picture, it was a picture of Lennox and me in my kitchen, having sex.

My hand was on her hip, fingertips turning white from pressure as she looked over her shoulder at me. Her lips were agape, while my head was thrown back in the heat of the moment.

It was taken from the kitchen window. Whoever had been taking them wasn’t in the house, but they had been following us.

Who would do this? Has Nicole seen them? Does she know about Lennox and me?

I placed the pictures back in the envelope and tossed them in the seat, anger rising up inside of me. I could feel my face reddening at the thought of someone taking pictures of Lennox like that, someone other than me seeing her naked body.

I threw the truck in reverse and stomped the gas. I made it to the shop in under an hour. Even the long drive didn’t calm my anger. By the time I parked, I could hear my heart beating in my ears. I was damn near breathless as I made my way down to the rental counter to talk to Trent.

I flung open the door, rage fueling me, until I was stopped in my tracks by Jake, one of the guys on the weekend crew, behind the counter. “What are you doing here? Where’s Trent?”

“Trent said you gave him the day off, said he was taking out the houseboat.” Jake shrugged before turning his attention back to the computer.

Fuck, I forgot about that.

I rubbed my hands over my head as I made my way toward the boat.

“Are you coming?” Trent asked when he noticed me walking down the dock.

I stopped just a few feet from him. “I have a problem.”

He shrugged. “So what’s new, you always have a problem.”

“I’m not joking this time, Trent. Someone has been following me. They took pictures of Lennox and me together.”

“What? Who the fuck would do that?” He sat the cooler down in the boat and gave me his full attention.

“I don’t know. Someone who wants to hurt Lennox, or me, I guess. But who?” I ran my hands through my hair, trying to figure out what the hell was going on.

I heard girls talking and turned around to see Lennox and Alissa heading toward the boat.

“Lennox is going?” I asked Trent.

“Yeah, Sarah wanted to see her.”

“I’m going, just let me tell Joey.” I walked past Lennox without even looking at her, I kept my eyes narrowed on the dock as I walked.

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