Page 92 of Bad Kind of Love

He was here.

Sitting a few feet away from me on a couch, he was holding the neck of a beer bottle between his fingers while a curvy blonde was sitting comfortably on his lap. His head was leaned back, while his eyes remained close, almost as if he was sleeping.

But he wasn’t.

Like he could sense my presence, his bloodshot eyes connected with mine and I immediately rushed towards him.

“Get up.” I snarl, reaching for his hand but the random blonde swats me away.

“The fuck are you doing psycho?” She shouts as all heads turn our way.

Her judging eyes trace down my body as if I was some sort of competition to her, and lingered over the grip I had on Wes’s arm.

“Wes, get up.” I beg this time but he continues to be silent, staring at me like I was a fucking nobody.

“Back off!” The blonde pushes her heel into my thigh and I immediately grimace in pain as I fall down on my ass with a thud.

Embarrassment floods me as I hear laughter ring out around me. Once again, I feel tears begin to form but Wes surprises me as he stands to his feet, dropping the blonde on the floor next to me in a loud thump.

“What the hell, Wes?” She screeches as his hand reaches out for me to grab and I’m quickly pulled up onto my feet. With my hand still in his, I search his eyes for something. His blue eyes were clouded, appearing darker than they normally are.

We stare at each other for what feels like an eternity, and I get nothing from him. No answers or anything as I peer up into his emotionless face. He slowly brings up the beer bottle to his lips, wrapping his mouth around the top and tossing back the rest of the liquid that was in there. While the whole time, his eyes never waver from mine.

Dropping the bottle from his mouth, he brushes past me, leaving me standing there like an idiot.

“Wes!” I shout chasing after him, when suddenly I feel his hand grasp my wrist and pull me into a vacant hallway. “You’re hurting my wrist.” I cry out as his fingers dig deep but he quickly releases his grip.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” He asks annoyed while raking a hand through his hair.

“I needed to see if you were okay.” I frown. “You weren’t responding to my calls or texts.”

Shaking his head, he scoffs.

“Go home.” He growled. “I don’t want to see you.”

I didn’t believe him. I couldn’t.

Instead of turning around and respecting his wishes, I crossed my arms over my chest and stayed put.

“I don’t care.” I lift my chin. “You’re my best friend, Wes..”

The mention of “best friend” caused his eyes to roll and his body to stand closer to mine.

“You’re really that fucking clueless?” His dark eyes intend on making me squirm. “You honestly think I just wanted to be your friend? I wanted you the day I met you.” He admits, while his large body hovers over mine.

“Wes…” I frown as my heart pounds from his confession.

“I’ve been here the whole fucking time, Becca… have you not felt this pull that’s between us?” He backs me into the wall as his chest scrapes against mine.

“I have.” I admit, swallowing the lump in my throat as Wes’s hot breath trails down my neck.

“Then what happened?” He begs, pressing himself harder into me. “Why the fuck did you pick him?”

My heart felt as though it was being ripped in half. Hearing the desperation in his voice was like taking a bullet, I wanted to die a million deaths before hurting Wes.

“I fucking love you.” He traps my head with hands on each side of me, forcing my eyes on him. “Me. The person who’d do anything for you and that’s always been there.”

My eyes close shut as I can’t bear to hear anymore. His heart wasn’t the one breaking tonight, because mine belonged to two men.

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