Page 89 of Sparks Fly
“I’ll just wait out here, then.” His voice booms around the small apartment and I flip him off behind the door.
Asshole.
Chapter Nineteen
Creed
Flickingthrough the magazine that sits on the breakfast counter, I wait for her to appear. I didn’t need to speak to her about Royce, I just needed to see her. I must have some kind of sickness because this didn’t make sense. I chased her down. I wanted her to fight back but all she done was shut me down at every given chance. It was infuriating.
Slicing my eyes towards the door when I hear the floorboards creek beneath her feet, my lips twitch when she appears in sweats and a tee. Her hair still damp, and her eyes are as wild as fire as they dance with mine.
She is cautious and I suppose she has a right to be.
“What was so important that you had to barge your way in here?” She throws her hand at the door then crosses her arms over her chest.
“Sit.” I nod, closing the magazine and fisting my hands into my suit trousers.
She rolls her eyes like a brat and slumps down on the sofa.
“Good girl.” I wink, and she blinks at me, and I see a slip of that façade she has masking her pretty face.
“What do you want?” Her sharp tone is back.
I lower myself on the coffee table in front of her, my eyes bouncing between hers. I know she is trying to read me, but I am giving nothing away.
“I wanted to see you.”
“So you lied.” Anger drips from her tongue.
I shrug my shoulders. “You wouldn’t talk to me.”
“So you lied.” She repeats the words again, but this time, they’re more venomous as they pierce my skin.
“Yes.” I lick my bottom lip and drop my head, hands pressed together.
“Unbelievable,” she scoffs and mutters under her breath, shaking her head side to side.
“Look.” I shuffle, moving slightly closer to her. “I shouldn’t have just walked out in Monaco,” I admit, silently begging for her to look at me but her face is turned away and looking towards the small kitchen area. “I freaked; I kissed my son’s ex-girlfriend… I crossed a line I shouldn’t have.” I pause for a moment. “But I am not sorry for kissing you.”
That gets her beautiful blues on mine.
“Not one bit.” I swallow. “Honestly? I haven’t stopped playing it over. But I didn’t want you to hate me if we did go all the way…”
She says nothing. Her eyes are a little glassy. I really hated that.
“But I didn’t want to fuck up our friendship… I didn’t want to fuck things up between you and Royce.”
“There is nothing between me and him.” She swallows, her voice a ghost of a whisper.
“But there was.” That’s the truth. There was something. A whole full-blown relationship.
She palms away a tear. “Is that all you wanted?” she snipes as she pushes to her feet and tucks herself against the bedroom door.
“Yes.” My tone is exasperated as I stand and walk towards her.
“Good.” She drops her face and my heart aches inside my chest. My fingers automatically grab her chin and tilt her head back so her watery blues lock on mine. “This is for the best, Ace,” I murmur.
“Is it?” She pushes back and my heart stammers before banging against my rib cage.
