Page 95 of Bad Kind of Love

Raking a large hand through his hair, he shakes his head.

“I don’t know.” He grunts. “He came home and packed his shit then left.”

Taken back, I feel like shrinking into a box and closing the lid.

“Did he at least talk to you?” I scoff in disbelief, but the odds of that weren’t so high.

“He wouldn’t even fucking look at me, let alone talk.” He drops down onto the couch pressing a palm over his face.

To see Jack in this much pain physically hurt me. He appeared so small and lifeless as he crouched over hiding his face.

Walking over to him, I drop to my knees and force his eyes on me.

“I’m so sorry.” I cry out. “I never meant for things to get like this… fucked up.”

Noticing the agony across my face, Jack reaches for my waist, dragging me on top of him so I’m now cradled in his lap.

“Don’t.” He begs in my ear. “I don’t blame you for anything. Wes and I’s relationship was already shit to begin with.” He rests his chin on the curve of my neck. “I knew what I was risking. I knew that once he found out, he’d hate me more than he already did.”

Closing my eyes, I relish in his warmth. Just the feeling of his arms wrapped around me, I finally feel like I can breathe.

Maybe pain wasn’t my cure anymore, maybe it was him.

“I need to ask you something.” He removed his head from my shoulder as I twisted around in his lap to face him.

“Anything.” I search his eyes.

“Why didn’t you choose him?” His gaze dropped for a second, then suddenly lifted, shocking me with its intensity.

Sucking in a breath, his question was one that circled around in my thoughts on a daily basis.

Why didn’t I choose Wes?

He was everything I should want and more.

But that wasn’t enough.

Placing both hands on each side of his face, I lower my head till I’m inches away from his face.

“You consume me, Jack. My thoughts, dreams… all I see is you.” I ghost my lips across his, but I’m soon pulled down onto his lips, sealing my fate.

I was lost in his kiss, lost in all things Jack and I was never going to recover.

As our lips remained tangled together, the sound of the door knob shaking caused my mouth to drop from his. Peering towards the door, a familiar face stood with a displeased face.

“Dad?” I quickly rise from Jack’s lap, staring at him in utter confusion. “What are you doing here?”

How could he have gotten out already? He wasn’t supposed to be released for another two weeks.

Instead of acknowledging me, his narrowed eyes land on Jack and something sinister flickers beneath them.

“Get away from that man, Becca.” My dad calmly demands but his face looks anything but.

“Dad it’s fine.” I look between them both noticing worry flash across Jack’s features. He stands to his feet beside me, and my dad tenses, watching him closely.

“What the fuck are you doing here, Fitz?” He seethes as my aunt Claire cuts in, placing a hand over her brother's chest.

“Cool it, Shane. You just left prison ten minutes ago. We don’t need you going back.” She tried to calm him down, but my focus was elsewhere.

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