In a world of money, fame, and all the champagne that came with it, Camsy Colbert, the famous wedding planner, was alone. But it was fine; she was totally cool with being single. Men could never hold a steady relationship anyway.
She's invited to he...
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Parker's gaze burned into mine, draining all the strength from my bones.
Five years.
Five years of me waiting for an explanation, and now I was going to get it. I wasn't sure I was ready yet. What if the voices in my head were right, and he just used me? Not like it would matter, but it wouldn't hurt any less.
"Did I do something wrong?" My brow lifted as I stared at him with disbelief.
Did he honestly just ask that?
It was not okay to leave a naked girl alone in a car right after a one-night stand, not even if the both of you didn't share any mutualities.
But he did seem genuinely confused.
"Wait," I said. "So you don't know what happened that night?"
He frowned. "No. I wouldn't have asked if I did."
My lips curled downwards, my heart clenching painfully. "You don't remember anything?"
He shook his head. "I remember everything. I just don't remember what I might have done to anger you."
"I'm not angry."
"But you're acting cold."
"That's because what you did confused me, and I didn't like it!" I snapped. A shocked expression came upon Parker's features.
Suddenly, I was too aware of his thigh against mine. I moved away from him, causing his frown to deepen.
"Is this because I left?"
My subconscious groaned and smacked her forehead. However, my external glare remained as hard as ever.
Finally, you big dumdum.
"You confused me," I admitted with sulking shoulders. "Imagine how I felt after spending the night with a guy and then waking up naked without the guy and a reasonable explanation."
He watched me for a moment, brows furrowed. I went on.
"You just left." I sighed. "I thought that I was just an object to you."
"You're not-" he began to say but cut himself off, stare intensifying on me. "I thought we were just helping each other forget."
"We were." We were. I'd just felt cheap. He made me feel cheap by walking away. I wasn't developing feelings for him or anything. "But that doesn't justify your actions. Imagine if it were you."
"I'm sorry I left like that, but I had things to attend to." Pain. "And besides, it didn't mean anything, right?" His voice was so small towards the end that it sent moisture to my eyes and a metaphorical knife to my heart.
More pain.
He was apologizing, finally giving me the explanation I wanted, yet the tension within me still stood tall. The air around me grew thick as I struggled to breathe properly.
