Page 25 of More Than A Feeling

How could he come to apologize and still hurt me? He was fucking me and had not seen me? Did he imagine I was someone else when he was inside me?

"Hey." He noticed my distress. "I see you now."

Well then, why don't I go on my knees and suck your cock, you asshole,I thought petulantly.

"Why now?" I demanded, gritting my teeth

He licked his lips. I’d never seen him nervous before—but he was now. “I think I’ve always seen you. I just hadn’t admitted it to myself until now.”

"Good for you," I muttered, finishing off the rest of my drink. I’d had enough. I just wanted to go home, get some work done, and prepare to catch a plane to God knew where to run diagnostics on a U.S. military missile system.

"I'm sorry, Fleur." He put his hand on mine. "I really am, for everything."

I pulled my hand away from him. "Apology accepted. You can now be free of your guilt."

He cocked an eyebrow. "You forgive me?"

I narrowed my eyes. "I accept your apology. You don't have to feel bad about how you treated me anymore. But I wouldappreciate it if you didn't talk to me again. I've left my family, and they've, in turn, done me the favor of disowning me. So, there is no chance for you and me to bump into each other ever."

"Unless I come here," he said, his eyes soft.

I wasn't in the mood. I was still wondering who he saw when he was pounding into me, asking me to keep my eyes open so he could see how I looked when I orgasmed.

"I didn't see you,"he'd just said.

Story of my fucking life. No one saw me, and I was so tired of waiting for someone that did.

"Don't come here," I suggested. "We're done, Callum. Actually, if you weren't seeing me, we probably never even started."

He stood up and grabbed my arm. "No, that's not what I meant. I've always seen you,Grian. Always."

"Stop calling me shit in Gaelic. It's…cringy."It's sweet and loving, and I can't stand it. It hurts too much. I love you, but you didn't see me.

"I…" he looked around the bar and saw that June and a few others were openly watching the unfolding drama between us, "Can we talk somewhere private?"

"No." I removed his hand from my arm. "Go fuck yourself, Callum Gallagher…or rather, go fuck my sister. You're not my first boyfriend to do so. But you will be the last."

I walked past him to get to the door of the bar that Titus opened for me. I knew he'd make sure Callum didn't follow me.

I took a deep breath in the cool December air. I was about to walk toward my place when someone grabbed me.

"For crying out loud," I yelled and turned around. I was surprised to see Malone Collins and not Callum.

"You know, don't you? Sabine said you know," he said, a note of desperation in his voice.

I'd guessed as much. Sabine had always been vicious but after Seamus died, she'd done everything she could to get my parentsto hate me, and now I could see why she'd interfered in my relationship with Callum. She was afraid I'd talk.

"Please take your hand off of me," I ordered as calmly as I could. I couldn't take this guy down. He was strong.

"Sabine won't take my calls, and she won't open the door when I go to her place. You need to tell her to talk to me," he demanded.

"I'm not the right go-between," I snapped at him. Damn, my sister. How did she manage to make her screw ups my problem?

"Please, Fleur. She's dating Callum now," he growled.

"That's between her and him." I worried about Callum coming out and having to deal with Malone. This guy looked unstable, and his irises were dilated. He was definitely tweaked. I didn't want Callum to get hurt, but I didn't want this guy to do something stupid to me, either. We were just a little distance from Peychaud's, so Titus would be able to help me if I could get his attention. This side of the street was quiet, and suddenly, I was nervous.

"Let me go."

---