Coaching ~ Complete ~ Sample

Part 11

Damon's knuckles were white with the force of his clenched fist around the wheel. Someone named Myles was messaging Missy about how much he missed her. Was it her boyfriend? His molars clamped shut. She had a boyfriend and she'd just spent the night with him. In his arms.

God, he hadn't slept that good in a long time and waking up to her had been like a dream. He'd laid beside her as she started to wake up. She snuggled in closer to him, her legs rubbing together under the blankets, but he hadn't let himself revel in the feel for long.

Giving her one last squeeze before he let her go. Then she'd completely woken up and pushed away from him. Apologizing. He didn't say anything. Didn't want to accept that apology because he was the one that had pulled her over to him. So he'd kept his mouth shut.

He glanced over at her in his passenger seat. Her hair was tousled from her running her fingers through it and fell around her shoulders. One of those shoulders was bare again. The shoulder of her cream knitted sweater kept sliding down. The sun out the window glowed around her, making her look like an angel.

She sighed and shook her head, pursing her lips.

"What's wrong?" He asked, furrowing his brows. She smiled and looked up at him. Her eyes sparkling with happiness.

"Nothing. Just an ex that won't stop texting." Missy shrugged. Damon didn't realize how tense he'd actually been until his muscles relaxed with relief. Of course Missy wouldn't cheat. She wasn't that kind of woman.

"Tell him to stop." He said, not liking that some guy was bothering her.

"I have. Then I ignored him for a while. I just sent him my first text in months." She sighed with a smile and a shake of her head.

"What did you tell him?" It wasn't any of his business, but he knew that Missy would tell him. She wasn't someone that cared about others prying into her private life. Although he shouldn't take advantage of it.

"I told him not to do this anymore and that he doesn't miss me." She shrugged.

"Maybe he does." For some odd reason he felt the need to defend this guy that, just moments ago he wanted to murder. "Why did you break up with him?"

Missy laughed. "I didn't. He broke up with me. That's why I say he doesn't miss me. If he'd wanted me, he would have kept me. Right?" She cocked her head at him and lifted a questioning brow.

He broke up with her and now he was messaging her that he missed her? Regularly? This Myles guy must have it bad. Dumbass. Love was for dumbasses. It only got you hurt.

"Maybe he's regretting it." Not that he was trying to push her back into the arms of this man. He hadn't had enough time with her yet. Wait, what the fuck? Where the hell did that thought come from?

She laughed. "He's not regretting it. He's regretting not having me there on the mornings there isn't another woman in his bed." Her phone dinged again and she rolled her eyes, ignoring it. It was in her lap, held loosely in her palm. Damon ignored the black hole of jealousy that opened in his chest.

He would not think about other guys having her. It wouldn't happen. Pulling his truck into her parking lot, he cut the engine and turned to her.

"This is one of those times that you have to stand up for yourself, Missy." He growled and pointed down at the phone as it dinged again. She looked down at it and after a moment she opened it up.

Damon read the recent text from where he was.

Myles- more thn anything

Something snapped in him. From what he was getting, this guy just wanted her as a back up. Damon snatched the phone from her hand and sent a two word text.