Still Can't Get Over You

Chapter 29

Dylan's POV;

With my hands resting on the counter I stared at my reflection in the mirror. My eyes red from the crying, my mascara thankfully was water proof and hadn't streaked down my face but my make up was streaked from where the tears had slid effortlessly down my face.

Reaching to the dispensor for a paper towel, my eyes landed on my engagement ring. Images of Carmine flooded my vision as if he were really here stood in front of me; how he had proposed, how nervous he had been, how the handsome smile had swept over his lips when I said yes, how we had been so excited; just like Claire and Jim were right now.

But unlike Jim and Claire; I didn't know if Carmine and I were going to go the distance. Before Jeff had walked back in to my life again, I would have said that my relationship could survive anything even the stupid arguments about me becoming a wrestler.

Moving back to the counter, I placed the paper towel under the cold running water and went back to looking at my reflection.

Who was I?

I didn't even seem to know anymore. I had slipped, I had cheated on my fiance, I had betrayed him in the worst possible way and what hurt the most was not being able to take it back. I couldn't change it because it had happened and it now gripped at me so tightly that there was no going back.

I couldn't find the strength to fight what I had always felt for Jeff. I was just too tired of fighting it. For the past six months, I had fought every wave of longing that I felt for Jeff only to find that I was lying to myself; making myself ill; I had been throwing up, I had been unable to sleep properly; surviving on little to no sleep, I was literally dead on my feet. This realization had only come to me as I had clung to Jeff's arm after we had, had sex.

All these years I had been looking for something; something to help me get past what I felt for Jeff and I had thought; I had truly believed that, that something had been Carmine but it seemed that Jeff was a drug; my drug of choice, that I seemed unable to recover from. No form of treatment seemed to get me past what I felt, what I so desperately needed.

Reapplying a fresh spattering of foundation powder to my face once I had managed to repair the damage my tears had caused. I stared at my reflection once again. The change in myself seemed evident. I couldn't explain but I did look different; calmer, more collected. The confliction in my eyes however remained strong like a thunder storm in the dead of night.

There seemed to be no way to hide or mask it but knowing that it had always been there, I didn't need to worry about my friends asking what was wrong. I just had to remain cautious when Jeff was around but how was I meant to do that when after just one time; it felt like he was taking over everything inside me?

Pushing all thoughts of my deception down, I thought about Jim and Claire, how this was their night. It wasn't about me, it wasn't about my drama and the impossible situation that I had managed to get myself in to.

Pulling the bathroom door open, I stepped out in to the hall that led back in to the bar but only made it a few steps before I felt a hand curling around my wrist and pull me backwards. Had I not felt the shocks of chemistry I would have felt fear but as the shocks seemed to jump start my heart in to a rapid rate, I knew in the first labored beat of my heart that it was Jeff.

Turning my body to him the first thing that I noticed was the multi colored hair shining in the brighter lighting of the hallway. As he led the way to the back entrance; my eyes traveled over his body until I couldn't seem to drag my eyes from his tight, round shaped ass.

My body was reacting to him as we stepped out in to the back alley behind the bar and he continued to drag me until he all but slammed me against the wall at the end of the delivery dock; encasing us not only in shadows but masking us from view by a huge dumpster can.