Page 68 of How to Break My Heart
I hesitate, then ask, “Apart from that, you’ve been well?”
Marco drops his head, only to raise it moments later. “I would be better if we actually went on a proper date, uninterrupted.”
A soft sigh escapes me, the guilt weighing heavily on my shoulders. There’s no doubt in my mind Marco is a good man who would treat me the way I deserve to be treated.
But this is not fair to him.
Not when my body is craving someone else.
“I’m sorry, Marco. Things have just been—”
“It’s okay.” Marco offers a warm smile. “I should probably go, but just for the record, you look beautiful tonight, Eva. You always do.”
Marco leans in, kissing me on the cheek, lingering as his lips touch my cold skin.
As he pulls away, I allow myself to gaze into his eyes, only to be distracted by the roar of an engine as a familiar gray Porsche pulls up to the curb.
It takes only a few seconds for the door to slam and Aston to appear. He’s dressed in a navy suit with a tie, looking deliciously sexy.God, now I get the whole suit porn thing.
I shake my head, snapping myself out of this daze. “What are you doing here?” I ask, annoyed.
“What amIdoing here?” he repeats, moving closer to me.
Marco takes a step back, his face clouding with hurt. “I didn’t realize you were together.”
“We’re not together, Marco. Far from it.”
“I think I’ll just leave,” he says, eyeing Aston.
Aston doesn’t breathe a word, but I know his smug ass is relishing in the fact that he has gotten his way. With a half-smile, Marco turns his back and walks into the grocery store.
The moment the automatic doors close, I snap my attention back to Aston.
“God, Aston. You haven’t spoken to me for a week. Not even a text. According to Maddy, you bailed and went back to the city. So, as far as I’m concerned, you’re bored playing your game with me, which means I am free to do whatever the hell I want.”
“Get in the car,” he demands.
“No.”
“I said… get in the car, Everleigh. Stop being a pain in my ass.”
“And I said…no!” I raise my voice. “Oh, and by the way, aren’t you involved with someone? It’s bad enough you hurt Ramona’s feelings.”
His eyes fire back with frustration. “Get. In. The. Car.”
“I live a block away, asshole. I amnotgetting in your car.” I turn my back and begin walking, refusing to turn around. I expect to hear the sound of his engine revving, but instead all I hear is silence.
My door is only a few feet away as I turn the corner. I retrieve my keys from my pocket and open the door, only to smell his scent before he says a word.
There’s no turning back now.
Aston followed me here.
And the scary part is—part of me wanted him to follow me.
It’s no longer about the cat chasing the mouse.
It’s the mouse running with the thrill of beingcaught.
