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“I will. Thank you, Ross.”
He smiled before he stood and left the room. I flopped onto my back and checked my texts. Travis was two hours ahead, so it was past one in the morning. I still couldn’t explain everything to him or make him any promises. I had to figure my shit out, then I’d talk to him. I wasn’t sure if he’d still be willing, but I also wasn’t ready to try.
He asked for a single text, and I should’ve already done that, but it didn’t feel fair. It would give him hope, and I couldn’t stand the thought of doing that just to turn around and hurt him again. Even thoughit was a huge risk and I’d probably end up hating myself for it, I’d just have to focus on what was going on inside of me and find a way to live with whatever happened.
Chapter 41
Roman
Standing outside of the massive building, I found it impossible not to scowl. From the pictures on Instagram, I knew that it was extremely fancy, but this was just ridiculous.
I didn’t want to give them a chance not to let me up, so I stood outside, leaning against the wall. After twenty minutes, someone walked out of the door, and I acted like I was on my way in, rushing to get out of the rain. I grabbed the door before it closed and stepped inside.
Every step I took made me clench my teeth harder. This felt like the worst idea, but I knew it could help. I had to figure this out. I needed to talk to Travis, and every day that passed made me feel more desperate. Leaving him like that...It was the worst mistake I’d ever made.
When I got off the elevator, I took a deep breath. After I knocked on the door, I rocked back on my heels.
This was gonna suck.
It would be horrible.
I was probably going to fuck it all up.
The door opened and I came face to face with West—the last person I wanted to talk to. The way he surveyed me spoke of a desire to bloody my face. As he leaned against the doorframe and took a bite of what looked like a churro, he smiled.
Everybody thought this guy was hot, but I didn’t feel it. He was soobviouslypretty, and it wasn’t my cup of tea.
“Can I come in?”
He hummed thoughtfully. “I don’t know. Were you invited?”
“You know I wasn’t.”
“Then, why would I let you in? For all I know, you could be packing a bomb.”
“Come on, man.”
“Who is it?” someone called.
“An enemy,” West replied.
I tried to squeeze past him, but he blocked me. The guy was big, but not big enough. Grabbing onto his arms, I backed him up, then spun him around so that he was against the wall. He tried to fight me, but I was stronger than him, and that clearly pissed him off.
“Thank you,” I said with a fake smile.
“What the hell just happened?” his boyfriend, Linc, asked.
“He attacked me,” West grumbled.
“Guess that answers the question of who would win in a fight.”
Shaking my head, I walked out of the entryway and came into a huge, open space. There was a kitchen to the left and floor to ceiling windows that made up the far wall. Continuing through, I found a living room with a giant TV and a sectional couch.
The entire group was there, drinking and laughing. When they saw me, some widened their eyes and a couple jumped to their feet.
“Roman,” Brooks drawled from his spot on the couch. “I didn’t know we’d be blessed with your presence on New Year’s Eve. It doesn’t cheapen the night at all.”
“I need to talk to you,” I said, looking at Til and ignoring everyone else.
