Molly | Herophine

Chapter 25: I Love Her

"A fan sent it over. Sweet, isn't it?" she says, looking every bit of guilty as she should be.

What the fuck is wrong with her?

"Sweet, right," I nod before turning to the TV without even really watching the show. My mind is reeling and my heart is pounding. I'm so fucking furious right now; I can't even begin to describe it. She lied... fucking lied right in my face.

Right after the book signing was done, I asked Anna if I could head on out so I could take care of Jo and bring her a little something for her birthday. She was more than happy to send me back to the hotel while they stayed behind. Jo was so adamant that we don't make a big fuss out of her birthday so I just got her one of those tiny cakes she's obsessed with at that little pastry shop just a block away from the hotel. I also went and bought her some tulips, her favorite.

I was extremely excited to get back to Jo earlier than anticipated thinking that she'd be happy too. But what the fuck did I find? Fucking Timothy standing outside her room with that sad puppy dog eyes bullshit and offering a bunch of roses for her. I waited for her to slam the door on his fucking pathetic face only to be disappointed as she opens the door wider and he steps inside the room. The loud thumping of my heart and ringing in my ears are punctuated by the door closing behind the asshole.

Bloody fucking hell!

This can't be happening right? Jo wouldn't do this to me. No, of course not. She would never. She already ended things with that prick.

I waited and waited and bloody fucking waited for what feels like a lifetime. My mind conjuring the worst scenarios of what exactly is happening inside that bloody room. I was two seconds away from slamming the fucking door when it opened and the asshole stepped out only to turn around and peck her cheek.

The fuck?

I felt my head about to explode at what was happening before my eye so instead of striding closer to them and assaulting the asshole, I turned on my heels and ran. I ran like the devil himself is chasing me. I ran until I was out of breath. I ran until I felt numb. I ran until my legs could no longer take another step.

With burning lungs, I found myself walking back to the hotel-cake and flowers no longer in my hands, I don't even remember losing them in the chaos inside my head-and entering her room. My eyes immediately zeroed in on the roses proudly displayed on her coffee table. I felt betrayed... fuck, I feel betrayed!

"You haven't greeted me a happy birthday babe," she pouts, batting her lashes at me and I almost feel my heart burst. How could she act like she did nothing wrong? She really is a great actor; I have to give her that.

"Sorry love, but you were the one who said not to make a fuss of your birthday." I try to act like everything is perfect, that I'm not about to explode. "Happy birthday baby," I greet her, kissing her temple whilst pushing the picture of fucking Timothy kissing her cheek out of my mind.

"Thank you babe, and yes, I really can't stand people making a big deal out of my birthday. This right here," she hugs me tighter, "this is enough for me. You and I... together."

My heart constricts at her words.

*****

When I feel Jo's steady breathing down my neck where her face is buried, I slowly and gently pull away, settling her on her pillows comfortably. Even with all the negative thoughts running through my head right now, I still can't help but caress her beautiful face. How could she do this to me? Am I not enough for her?