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I tensed up. “I don’t have any STDs.”
“I believe you,” he said and pulled back.
“Is there something I should know?” I asked hesitantly. “Do you have any STDs?”
“No. I just don’t like to chance it.”
“Oh, okay.” I couldn’t blame him for being sensible, but it still hurt that I’d been willing to go bareback with him and he’d declined.
Like I’m not worth the risk.
“I’m not a crack whore, you know.” It came out harshly.
“I’m aware,” Adam muttered, his brows knitting closely together.
“So what are you afraid of? Getting something nasty from me?” As I was speaking I got out of bed and picked up my shirt from the floor to cover me.
“Nooo,” Adam said in a slow, dragged-out fashion.
“Then what? Are you afraid I’m going to trick you into getting me pregnant so I can exploit you for child support?”
“Hardly.” He was watching me closely as I moved to the bathroom with an angry expression on my face.
“Well, don’t worry about it, because my offer of having unprotected sex with you won’t happen again.”
Bam.I slammed the door and turned the shower on feeling deeply offended and rejected by him.
I took the longest shower, needing the time to calm down. And afterward I took time to blow-dry my long hair and put on make-up before I was finally ready to face Adam again.
Only he wasn’t waiting for me to talk about what had upset me so much.
At first I thought he had just taken Max out for a walk, but when he didn’t return after forty minutes I walked through the apartment to at least make sure his things were still here.
I was in for a rude shock, as there was nothing left!
The only sign that Adam had ever been here was the scent of him on my sheets.
Adam had left me without saying goodbye.
I was shaking with fury as I threw my things in my bag and wrote him two nasty text messages, hoping they would hurt him as much as he’d hurt me.
Is this really how you want to end things? Can’t believe I thought you were special. LOSER!
You were right… we DON’T belong together, I’ll just go back to LA and buy more plastic to pollute the ocean – JERK!!!
With tears in my eyes I stared at my phone waiting for a reply. Two minutes later there still wasn’t a reply from Adam.
It was like a rewind of me and Niko. Loving, fighting, arguing by way of texts. Me waiting to hear from him, feeling hurt and rejected.
I can’t do this again.
With a deep intake of air, I blocked Adam’s number and dried my tears away.
It’s like Faith said, I deserve someone who wants me a thousand percent. Not someone who leaves me because I get hurt and upset.
Besides, he always said he didn’t want a relationship with me. Why did I think he would change his mind?
Why do I have such awful taste in men?
