Page 49 of Give My Everything
And why I never would have seen someone like Krissa coming.
Sure, she was a little young, and looking back, there were some red flags—some big ones.
But it’s hard to see a red flag when you’re wearing rose-colored glasses.
She seemed enamored with me, like she couldn’t believeIwould give her any attention.
Which was ridiculous, because I felt exactly the same. How could a young woman as beautiful and as charming as her see anything in me that would make her want…anything?
That arms-wide-open vulnerability—because I’d never been taught to close myself off—was what ended up being my downfall. I thought I was falling in love with her. I bought a house, started making plans.
And then walked in on her and my dad fucking on his desk.
What absolutely kills me is thatheset the appointment with me, told me I should come in to go over a few things.
He had the audacity tosmileat me when I walked through his office door as he fucked her.He smiled at me.Like he’d been waiting for the day when he could screw me over by screwing my girlfriend.
And Krissa…I can’t even fathom her perspective. She came to me with a fake-ass apology that wasn’t even an apology, spouting bullshit about love happening when you least expect it and how she hadn’t wanted to hurt me but thought me finding out was for the best.
Hell yes finding out was for the best. The last thing I wanted to do was continue to dip into the same well as my father. Disgusting.
I know the truth, though. Krissa wanted my dad because he was better leverage for the life she wanted, a life of pampering and spoiling. She wanted to be a trophy wife in a mansion, and my aim was a bit too low for her with my white picket fence.
So now, my goal is to bring him down. Cut him off at the knees. Cripple and debilitate him in a way he will never see coming.
It’s why I need Remmy, though not in the physical sense, even if my body is trying to convince me otherwise.
Fuck, just thinking about her lips on mine, her body pressed against me, her hips rolling…
I feel something raw pulse through me, something that starts in my chest and trickles through my body, making me feel wobbly on the bike.
There’s some kind of connection between us that I’ve never had with anyone else. It’s almost enough to convince me I should give something real a try.
Almost. But not enough.
I don’t think anything will be enough to convince me I should put myself on the line again.
Krissa took what I thought was love and twisted it into something that made me wonder if I ever truly understood it in the first place.
Remmy could surely do the same.
A woman like Remmy is the type to bring you to your knees. The type to take any kind of wall you build around yourself and blast through it without even trying.
Clearly I need to construct a stronger barrier.
When I hit thirty miles, I drop everything on the screen to a cooldown setting, my heart pumping hard and wild in my chest. It’s been a long time since I’ve done riding with resistance like that, especially not for that long.
And I’m absolutely exhausted.
Hopefully this is just what I need to shower, go home, and pass out on my bed without thinking about anything too complicated.
Without my mind drifting to Krissa.
Or Remmy.
CHAPTER9
REMMY
