Page 66 of Forgive You

“Him hurting other girls?” I rear my head toward Jordan, meeting his frown.

“What does that mean?”

“I don’t know. But it’s been running through my mind ever since.”

It was no secret Jacob was eating out more times than we probably know of. Being seniors in high school and him in college, he always felt superior to us. As if being a college student gave him the right to fuck other girls whenever he wanted.So why do I have a feeling that’s not the kind of hurt she was talking about?

“You think maybe he wasn’t just cheating on Jules? Maybe had some serious relationships on the side? Living a double life?”

“No clue,” I shrug.

It could very well be the case. Maybe some scornful girl contacted her to talk about him, and that’s what she meant. So, why do I have this loud voice in my head telling me that’s not what she was talking about?

And why did the bastard text her?

I run a hand through my hair, then glance at Jordan. Blue eyes find mine, and a question flashes through them when he senses I have more on my mind.

“He texted her that night. Said to call him in the morning.”

“Jason.”

His disappointment is undeniable. “They broke up.”

“I know.”

“Do you?”

He’s getting fed up with me. I can’t blame him. I might be driving him mad with my hot and cold, but I trust me, it’s nothing compared to the bullshit ping-ponging in my head.

I know what my heart says, what it feels, and what itknows.

But I also know what my mind heard, what it saw, and how it fucking feels when it all goes to shit.

“Yeah, I do. I know she ain’t lying about that.”

“But?” Jordan presses.

But it’s like I’m walking into a dark cave with no fucking flashlight. It’s nerve-racking, and it really sounds like a stupid idea, but my curiosity is also bigger than my sensible mind.

“I don’t know, man. I do.” I nod, then groan. “Mostly. But I feel like there’s a lot she’s not telling me.”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know.” I stare at the pretty blonde sipping Peachtree on the beach.

Sometimes I wish I could turn back time and snatch her away from Jacob the first chance I got. But mostly, I just want everything to go back to normal. When I didn’t have to second guess if she was speaking the truth or not.I just knew.

“Do you trust her?” Jordan's question is simple, but the answer is anything but.

I think I do. I want to. But how can I really trust her when I know she’s not completely honest? How can I fully trust her when, deep down, I’m just waiting for the other shoe to drop?

18

“Atruce? You called a truce?”

I laugh at the confusion in Kayla’s voice because, to be fair, I’ve barely wrapped my head around it myself.

“Yeah, something like that?” I point at my assistant to adjust the light in the studio, bringing out Ford’s face better while he’s posing in front of the camera.

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