You Belong to Me

Last Chance

I shouldn't have been able to sleep so soundly after that.

The moment Kai left, I took a scalding hot shower, trying to scrub away the feeling of him touching me. It didn't work and I went to bed actually craving more from him.

I laid in bed, replaying what happened over and over again, my mind conflicted about whether I liked it or didn't.

Decidedly, some parts I enjoyed, but a couple things I didn't. But what parts exactly I wasn't sure. I was still mad at him though, maybe not to the point of hating him completely like I had said but he had no right to do what he did. I was still happy to see him.

Holy shit I'm pathetic.

I looked at my phone, the bright screen showed the time being just before eleven.

I should call him.

Maybe ask him to come back?

No, don't be stupid.

I settled on a text instead.

"I'll have more money to pay towards the loan tomorrow." But before I hit the send button I kept going back and forth if that was cold and aloof enough.

Then I deleted it.

And then tried again.

"For what it's worth, I was really happy to see you tonight." But now, how desperate does that sound?! Or would it make him feel bad? Maybe make him come back and apologize?

I deleted that too. Turning the phone off and going to bed instead, unsure how to sort these warring emotions.

I fell asleep, no crying, for the first time in five days.

Kai's POV

As I was leaving Evie's apartment, an old woman passed by me. She seemed to recognize me. Then she seemed to notice my clothes were a little disoriented, I was holding the sides of my shirt together since I had ripped the buttons off in a hurry to fuck Evelyn.

She openly glared at me. Not the usual expression I get from women, especially older ones who openly flirt with younger men because it's funny and harmless.

I was actually taken aback by it. But quickly wiped the surprised look off my face and matched her energy.

"Can I help you?" I asked severely enough.

"Actually now that you mentioned it, yes."

The balls this little old bitch has.

I waited for her to continue. Quirking up one brow.

"Evelyn is a dear sweet girl who wouldn't hurt a flea, and whatever you and her have, I better not find out you've hurt her. Ever." This little woman who was easily over two feet shorter than me was standing to her full height, sizing me up, challenging me to confront her.

I laughed and turned my back to her, walking away without a word.

It's nice to see someone has her back.

Roy was outside and went to open my door for me but stopped. Looking at my huge grin and ruined shirt made him ask me, "hey, uh, is everything okay?"

I dropped the smile, frowning at him. "Does it matter?" He quickly smartened up.

"Nope." And got back in the drivers seat.

I climbed in the back, immediately irritated to be looking at the busted and bruised face of Cameron Banks again.

Thanks to my bosses I'd been stuck with him for almost a week, never letting the little weasel out of my sight (or in this case just now, Roy's sight). Easily it's been the worst five days of my life.