Page 101 of Sparks Fly
I finally lift my eyes from the car, looking at Royce. I see that giddy look in his eyes that used to drive me wild. But now? There is nothing. No little stomach tremors, no skipping beats of my heart. I feel almost numb.
“I’ve got something I want to talk about.” His voice is hushed and I swallow, nerves biting at the base of my neck.
“Yeah?” I try and sound surprised whilst on the inside I feel my stomach coil.
I watch him. His eyes dart down, his hand runs around the back of his neck. He is nervous. I know him too well.
Letting my head tilt slightly, I narrow my gaze on him.
“I fucked up,” he rushes out, his hand dropping as he swipes mine into his.
“Royce,” I say softly.
“No, let me finish.” His eyes are wild. “I fucked up Anaïs, I shouldn’t have broken it off with you. At the time I thought it was what I needed, but now you’re working alongside me… this works. It’ll work better than it did before.”
I blink, my smile curling the corners of my lips as I slip my hand from his and place it on his cheek. “We broke up fora reason, Royce… It didn’t work. We were good back then, I followed you around, it’s no different to what it would be now.”
He silently begs with me and that’s when I see Creed glance over from the distance, he is with a younger man who I have yet to meet, his jaw clenched. My lips part and just as I am about to ignore him and go back to Royce, his hands are either side of my face as he slants his lips over mine, kissing me, his tongue pushing into my mouth and I am frozen. It takes my brain a minute to kick in before I am pushing him away from me.
“No.” I shake my head, and I know I have crushed him but all I can do is let my eyes drift to where Creed was just standing but he is no longer there.
“Let me have one last night with you,” he begs, and my heart is in my throat.
I shake my head. “We’re in a good place, let’s not ruin that now,” I whisper, slowly stepping back and his head drops.
Taking his hand in mine, I lead him to the car and once he is sat, I slide in the front. I want the ground to swallow me whole.
My phone is buzzing, and I don’t even have to look to see who it was.
This is what happens when you play with fire—eventually, you get burned.
Chapter Twenty-One
Creed
I shouldn’t be jealous,but I am in a blind fucking rage.
It’s the most sickening thing.
I am jealous overherand my son.
And do you want to know why? Because he was now her last kiss. That was me up until five minutes ago.
Fuck.
Scrubbing my face, irritation swirls inside of me. I have no idea what to do. I want to see her but at the same time, I don’t. If I see Royce, I’ll end up saying something and that’s not fair.
Pacing the room, the rage is storming in the depths of me, and I don’t know how to calm myself down.
She’s got me twisted.
So fucking twisted.
Slipping my phone out, I type a message to her.
I am sick with jealousy.
I follow it up with:
