Page 18 of Breaking Matt
I shrugged. "Not much. Courtney needs to get some new clothes so I thought I would tag along." I swallowed. "What are you going to do?"
I watched him closely to try to see if I could tell if he was lying.
"I've got some assignments to do and I'll probably go to the gym. Nothing exciting."
There was no doubt he worked out. Just this morning I had trailed my hands over those hard, defined muscles, loving the feel of them. I felt myself swoon at the memory.
While we finished our coffee I tried to evaluate every look and every word he spoke. I was driving myself crazy, wrestling with the feeling he wasn't being honest but having no way of knowing what he was hiding.
"I'm going to take a shower," he said, getting up. "You want to join me?"
Smiling, I shook my head. "Next time."
The thoughts of betrayal were enough to dampen the thought of having unbelievable sex with him in the shower. He left and I finished my coffee.
When I entered my room I saw his phone on the side table. I hesitated as I wrestled with my need to know if he was being deceptive. The sound of a message on his phone was enough to tip my decision and I walked over to it and picked it up.
I miss you. When are you going to come and visit again? Taylor.
Anger and shock vibrated through me as I clutched his phone in my hand. Although I had been suspicious, being faced with the confirmation he had been cheating on me was enough for me to see red.
"What are you doing?" a voice behind me asked.
I turned to face Matthew. He stood with a towel wrapped around his waist. His hair was wet and water droplets were sliding down his chest. His eyes appeared guarded as they took in his phone, still in my hand.
"How could you?" I asked, feeling the hurt spread through me, making it impossible not to taint every memory I had of us together—our first night together up to this moment of betrayal.
"What are you talking about?" he said angrily as he stepped forward and yanked his phone from my grasp.
I watched while he read the message before he shook his head at me. His action made me angrier than before.
"Is that her name? Taylor?" I said, fighting to save some dignity.
"Who do you think Taylor is?" he asked, his voice calm, which only intensified my growing despair.
"Don't treat me like I'm stupid!" I yelled, tightening my fists.
My chest hurt and I could feel the sting of tears, but I held them off.
"Sarah," he said in that soothing voice he used to deal with me when I was feeling emotional.
I glared at him. "Don't you dare 'Sarah' me."
"This isn't what you think it is," he started, but it did nothing to ease the ache in my chest. "You think I'm cheating on you?"
I pressed my lips together as I continued to glare at him.
"Why?" he asked, stepping closer. He scanned my features as if he was trying to decipher something. "Have I given you any reason to believe I would?"
"You always take phone calls in another room," I stated, feeling the need to bring it out in the open. I didn't for one second believe I was some needy girl who was making a mountain out of nothing. "It feels like you're keeping something from me."
"So you assumed it was because I was calling another girl?"
I nodded.
"Why didn't you just ask?" His eyes held mine.
"I was scared of the answer," I got out.
