|Book 2|
𝐖𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐁𝐄 𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐃
Carter.
He's hurt. He feels pain. He's full of so much rage.
He puts up a front that fools everyone but the ones that are truly close to him. Carter is angry. The one woman he thought understood everything in h...
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CAMILLE
Stupid, stupid, stupid, and stupid!
I couldn't believe I told him and early too. What was wrong with me?
Here I am, at the top of my building, on the roof, looking over Paris while letting my thoughts consume me. Especially Ace's reaction to my confession.
Tears built up as I thought about the look he gave me and his speechlessness cut me.
It makes me wonder if he even considered that route with me or does he just care for me and our relationship is just about intimacy.
A drop of water hit my skin causing me to look up. The clouds grew darker and it was getting a little windier. I wrapped my arms around my body.
It's been an hour and thirty since he left and my plan was to avoid him until I build up the courage to face him again.
What if he lets me down?
What if he never truly cared about the relationship on that level?
What if he he never says those words to me?
I was in doubt right now. I truly knew nothing personal about Ace other than his name and what he means to his family. I knew nothing about his true background, past relationships, or even what he does.
All I know is that he owns a building in Colorado and that's it. Yes, I'm a clueless girl of an evil mafia boss but I was never interested in them until Ace.
After the chaos, we've came together and talked more about me but never him. I always wondered why he never talked about himself or why he's so closed off.
A stray tear escaped my eye and I quickly wiped it away when I heard the sound of footsteps.
"Are you alright?"
I sniffed and looked up to see a woman. She was pretty and her eyes were green and her hair was brown with light highlights. She had on a thick sweater and some ripped jeans with sneakers.
I fixed myself to look normal in front of this stranger that came out of nowhere. "Yes, thanks for asking. I came up here to be alone."
The woman didn't seem to take the hint because she sat down on the bench a foot away from me. I sighed.
"You must be going through a tough time? It always help to talk to someone."
