Page 114 of Dirty Eoin

In silence,she stands, gets dressed, and leaves as I lie there watching her.

With her scent all over me and the echoes of her cries of pleasure still ringing in my ears, I let my harsh reality sink in.

I’ve been fucking played.

You will pay for this. Not the Dusters. You personally. They say revenge is a dish best served cold. It is. Today, you have underestimated who you’re dealing with. That’s a mistake on your part. A grave one. Mark my words, Eoin. One day I will make your life as miserable as you have made mine.

Bravo, Jaine.

It would seem that I’ve underestimated you yet again.

Now it all makes sense. Your reluctance to take things to the next level. Why you maintained such a distance between us and kept me at arm’s length. I’m not sure why you let me spend time with your children when I was never destined to become part of your family.

For five fucking months you’ve been game-playing. Who knew you could keep up the act for so long?

It’s clear Jaine Jones has set out to ruin my life because, as far as she’s concerned, I ruined hers.

She insisted we marry. She gave me an ultimatum. Her or Molly. Decision made, she then let me fall in love with her, all so she could teach me a valuable lesson, I’m sure.

All because I took from her the person she loved. My brother.

All because I took from him the person he loved. Her.

All because she wanted me to experience firsthand the loss of losing the person you love most. Of having someone rip them away from you with no consideration as to how it makes you feel.

Fine.

I now know exactly how my brother feels. Are you happy now, Miss Jones?

How long has it been since she uttered the wordkarma?

Ten minutes? Fifteen?

It feels longer. It already feels like something’s physically missing. Like there’s a part of me that’s no longer functioning properly.

My heart.

For the first time in my life, I feel fucking bereft. But then, he’s been bereft for over two years, hasn’t he?

Yes, Jaine. I get it. I played a small part in a wrong decision that fucked up my brother’s life.

I love my baby brother. Never underestimate how much I fucking love him. I don’t need you to serve me up a dish of stone-cold revenge for my involvement in his reality.

You. Have. No. Fucking. Idea.

And why would you? You’ve never bothered to ask. You’ve just gone ahead and made your own assumptions. From day one, you chose to have me typecast as the villain in your little pre-scripted story of vengeance. The pre-judged Prince Uncharming to your vigilante Disney princess.

An Oscar winning performance on your part, I have to say, in a tale where there will be no happily ever after for any of the characters involved.

With a frustrated sigh, I lie there and watch as the dawn finally breaks.

Jaine Jones successfully accomplished what no one else ever has. She brought me to my knees. And by using the one thing I’ve never experienced before now.

Love.

My future, it would seem, is to remain quite the opposite.

Unloved.

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