Page 85 of Savage Revenge

Maybe he’s ready for me to be gone. Maybe he’s grown tired of whatever it is that we’ve had. Maybe he’s ready for something new.

Last night was the most amazing night of my life. It was the kind of date night I’d love. Not hiking. Not going to some fancy restaurant. No. It would be sitting poolside, eating gummy bears with a man who makes me feel like I’m God’s gift to Earth. Theonly thing that would have made it better would have been a cherry mojito.

Then he talked to me like he really cared about me. Like I was his world. And I realized last night that somehow, in some fucked-up way, he’d become mine.

I can’t breathe. I’m in love with him, and he doesn’t feel the same. He never did. This was all a game. I was the pawn the entire time.

A weight so heavy presses on my chest, and I try to breathe, but suddenly I can’t. Tearing my hand away from the door, I start to back away.

I fell for him. His words and praise. The way he touched me, stroked me, looked at me. I trusted him.

Tears burn my eyes, and it pisses me off. I’m not going to cry over Cash Savage. I knew it was temporary. Even if it felt so much deeper than that. So, so much deeper. Because every time we were together, I thought he could see my soul. He understood me in a way no one ever has. He gives me the safety to be sassy and brat him without backing down, like other men have done in the past. Hell, the man took care of me and cleaned me up after fucking me while I’m on my period. Those aren’t temporary things. Those are husband kind of things. Partner kind of things. Daddy kind of things. He doesn’t see me as less than him because I’m a woman. If anything, I think he’s impressed by me. It’s the hottest thing ever.

But he wants me gone.

He didn’t say he wanted to see me again.

We didn’t exchange phone numbers.

Hell, he isn’t even taking me home personally.

It’s over.

And now I can get on with my life.

My lonely, bland, loveless life where work swallows me whole and I barely exist outside of that. Where I crawl into bed alone each night. Where I have nobody to fight with.

I close my eyes, squeezing them tightly to stop my tears spilling over. How could he do this to me? Was last night just one more game?

Fuck it.

He doesn’t want me, and I’m not going to sit here sulking about it. If he wants me gone, I’ll leave. He’ll never see me again, which is fine by me.

A sob catches in my throat, and I cover my mouth to keep quiet as I pad from his room to mine, keeping my eyes down so I don’t have to look at Caleb yet. Thankfully, he doesn’t say anything before I close the door behind me. I start chaotically throwing on clothes before I grab a bag to pack my things. He doesn’t want me. Why doesn’t he want me? Why am I once again not good enough?

I go into the bathroom and quickly brush my teeth, then splash some cold water on my face, hoping it will help soothe my bloodshot eyes. Memories of last night replay in my mind. Riding him and making love together without any penetration. We didn’t need it. It was real. There was no way to fake that. Right?

Shaking my head, I choke out another sob.

“Stop it, Jordyn. Just stop it. You can fall apart when you get home.”

When I’ve grabbed everything I want to take with me, I slide on a pair of oversized sunglasses and open the bedroom door to Caleb.

His expression is a mask of indifference, but his eyes are concerned. Ignoring the pull of grief and betrayal in my chest, I brush past him.

“Let’s go,” I snap, making my way down the hall.

He follows silently, which is odd for Caleb. He’s not a chatty guy, but he usually has something to say back to me. Even if it is something sarcastic.

When I approach the front door, I don’t miss the fact that there’s no guard standing in the way. I let out a deep breath and look around the beautifully designed grand foyer that I’ve come to love one more time before I step out into the blazing Nevada sunshine.

Head held high, eyes straight ahead, shoulders back. Treat it as a business decision.

I can’t fall apart right now.

Not yet.

Not until I’m home alone.

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