Page 87 of The Scars of Us

Before I could diffuse the situation, the stupid blonde retorted, “Who the fuck are you?”

Fuck, this is about to get bad.“Baby, let’s—”

Kaiya moved in between us, getting in Blondie’s face as she interrupted me, seething. “I’m his girlfriend, bitch. Fuck off.”

My warrior was so fucking hot when she was pissed and jealous, but I couldn’t focus on that, not when shit was about to hit the fan.

The other woman smugly replied, “Oh, you must be new. I don’t remember him having a girlfriend when we hooked up.”

Kaiya was fuming as she pushed the blonde bimbo, snapping, “Well, he does now, so go find someone else to open your legs for.”

Blondie’s eyes narrowed as she lunged at Kaiya. Big mistake. With her training, Kaiya could seriously hurt the unsuspecting girl. And by the look in her eyes, she planned to beat the crap out of her.

Stepping in between them, I moved Kaiya backward before leading her outside. She snatched her arm out of my grasp and stormed away from me, drawing the attention of people still waiting to get inside the club.

“Babe, stop. Let me explain,” I said as I followed after her. In the past, I would’ve never chased after a woman who walked away from me; I would’ve just moved on to the next one.

“Who the fuck was that?” she spat as she whirled around to face me.

“Nobody. Some chick that I almost hooked up with.”

“What do you mean almost? She seems to think that you two hooked up. And when did this happen? Before or after we started having sex?”

I really didn’t want to discuss all that, but I wasn’t going to lie to her. She meant more to me than that. She deserved honesty.

“When you stopped talking to me, I went out with Drew and got drunk. That chick was there, and I was trying to forget about you, so we went back to her place. But we didn’t have sex. I couldn’t go through with it.”

Tears blurred her eyes, making them shine in the light of the streetlamp overhead. “What did you do?” she gritted through clenched teeth.

Sighing, I ran my hand roughly through my hair.Here goes nothing.“She started sucking my dick, but I made her stop. Then, I left.”

The look of betrayal on her face tore up my insides. “But, she still sucked it. You still hooked up with her.”

“We weren’t even together, Ky. It doesn’t matter,” I defended. I knew that I’d said the wrong thing as soon as the words left my mouth.Fuck.

Her eyebrows rose incredulously. “It doesn’t matter?”

“You wouldn’t even talk to me. I thought we were through,” I replied, trying to justify my actions.

“So, I don’t talk to you for a week or two after we get involved, and you try to find the next pair of legs to get between?” She crossed her arms over her chest and glared at me.

“Ky, you’re overreacting. I—”

“Overreacting? I’m overreacting? Do you know how hard it is to trust someone after everything I’ve been through?” She thrust her arms toward me. “How can I trust you not to do something like that again?” she screamed as tears ran down her face.

“Baby, I’m sorry. Don’t cry,” I pleaded, opening my arms to embrace her.

Moving away from me, she threw out her hand to stop me. The gesture felt like a punch to my gut.

“Don’t. I can’t do this right now. I need time to think.” Her words were pained, her expression torn between anger and sadness.

“What are you saying, Ky?”Shit. No, no, no.

Ignoring me, she walked to the edge of the street, sticking her hand out as she waved at an oncoming taxi.

“Warrior, talk to me. Don’t do this.” My heart beat frantically as my pulse pounded.I can’t lose her.

The taxi slowed as it pulled over to the curb and came to a stop. Kaiya looked at me as she opened the door, that sadness that I was so close to erasing back in full force all over her beautiful face. “I just need some space right now. I need to figure out what this means for us.”

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