“I had to clear my head…and to also break things off with them. I want to see where you and I could lead to, you know? You’re so amazing, and I’ve missed you. I’ve missed your body sleeping next to me at night.”
I’m sure he did, I sarcastically thought with pure disdain. “You got caught. Had I not, you’d have carried on with your affairs. You’ve already played me for a fool. What makes you think I’ll give you a second try to lie to me again?”
“I’m crazy about you, Gisele. I know you feel the same way. I’m even willing to move out there to be with you because I know it’ll please you so.”
This man took creepy to the next dimension. “Well, I’m not so crazy about you, Jack! Things ended, and it’ll stay that way. I have no intentions of seeing you ever again. Do you get my drift?”
“Not crazy about me? That’s not what you were saying when I was fucking you.” His voice had an undercurrent of rage to it, and he was trying his damnedest to conceal it. But he failed immensely.
He really had to go low. But then again, why wasn’t I surprised? Jack had a spiteful attitude. “Yeah, do take care not to flatter yourself too much with your potent prowess.”
“You’re going to regret not taking me back,” he shot back, threatening.
“Somehow, I doubt that!” I giggled before adding, “Good luck, Jack Yates. I really wish you the very best.”
“Maybe you shouldn’t. Your rejection has a nasty taste on my tongue. I wonder what a man can do to ease such insult to my bruised ego? Got any suggestions?”
“Go jack it off,” I hotly retorted, disgusted. “Bye.” Immediately cutting the call, I shivered, quite repelled at the idea of seeing him again. Ugh, what an egotistical self-serving tool!
If I thought my headache was bad before, after speaking to Jack, it amplified a hundred times worse.
Dinner with Wyatt was at nine. I still had seven hours to kill.
Without bothering to take off my dress, I scoured the medicine cabinet for a pain reliever. I swallowed two with a sip of water. The throbbing made me feel as though there was a massive ball growing in my head. Trudging back to the bedroom, I fell onto the bed face down and dozed off.