His Rebound Love | Bestseller 2017

Chapter Three

"Oh, dear."

I mentally thanked her for not saying anything else as she pushed opened the door wider and ushered Colt inside while I grabbed my bags and followed behind.

The house had always been the same. Nothing really changed around here unless something broke, and that was always rare. It was small, but it had always been home. My old room was the same when I walked inside. It was all the same. Familiar, except the bed was now double, and the posters are gone.

Colt had already made himself at home as I started to undress. I only stopped when I caught Mum open the door behind me. I kept my shirt on and glanced over my shoulder. "Yes?"

"Do you want to talk about it?" she asked, a sad smile on her aging face.

"Not right now, Mum. I just want to try and get some sleep." I shook my head, unable to talk about it. "I don't know how long I'll be here for." I thought it would be a few days, but when I thought about going back to the house I shared with Jasmine, I didn't want to go back.

"Jackson, you take all the time you need. This is your home." She reminded. I already knew that this was home. It always would be. "Would you like a hot cup of tea? Perhaps a hot chocolate with a couple of marshmallows, how you always like it?" she offered, always the caretaker.

I smiled the best I could. "I'm good, Mum. Go back to bed, and I'll see you in the morning, yes?"

I met her halfway for a hug and a kiss on the cheek. "Ok, dear. Sweet dreams." She closed the door, leaving me alone with my own thoughts.

Stripping to my fitted white boxers, I pulled back the navy doona cover and climbed into the cold bed. Resting there, I stared at the glow in the dark space stickers on the ceiling that Mum had forgotten about. I just lay there, thinking about how my night had gone from good to a living a nightmare. I waited for the pain in my chest to subside.

It never did.

Finally, I rolled over and forced my eyes shut, trying to welcome sleep.

I knew it was past midday when I finally woke up. The sun was roaring hot through the windows was an easy tell-tale sign... that, and the sound of Mr Thompson next door mowing his lawn, a usual Saturday afternoon activity for him. For a moment, I began to wonder why I was in my old room until I fully came around and the dreaded ache in the pit of my stomach sunk in.

My heart ached once more. I had to face my parents. I was hoping my sister wasn't here. She never hid her obvious dislike for Jasmine. She would always deny it, but the eye rolling and not so coy way she left the room whenever she walked in, gave it away.

Forcing myself upright, I tossed off the covers once my morning wood had subsided and got out of bed. I didn't bother putting clothes, keeping just a pair of white fitted boxer shorts, as the bathroom was directly across from my room. Trying to get there and back before my mother realised I was awake was a piece of cake.

Hot water ran down my back as I leant forwards, my head rested against the shower wall. I felt sick, physically and emotionally sick. I rubbed both my eyes. They stung, but I would never admit it was from crying. Taking a palmful of body wash, I lathered it into my chest, working lower as I washed. My hand was around my flaccid cock when I stilled. Thoughts ran wild through my mind, pondering if it would be that easy to just go out and fuck someone else.

My hand dropped, but I brought them both back up to rinse the tiny, white bubbles from my chest and proceeded to wash my hair. I couldn't do it. More importantly, I didn't want to go out and screw another woman.

I wasn't that kind of guy. I wish I were, but I couldn't think of another woman right now, let alone get a stiff dick. How fucked up was that.

The bitch really screwed me over well and good.