Page 39 of Mr. Big Mistake
“Make a damn decision, Kelly. Grow that backbone you were wailing about in the chapel.”
Silence fell between us, and I shook my head.
“I’m so sorry. I--.”
She clicked her tongue. “I’ll catch a ride back to my place.”
I reached for a towel. “Let me at least--.”
“No. I’m good. I’ve got it.”
“Kelly, please.”
“I said, no!”
I halted my movements. “Okay. Okay, Kelly. What do you want me to do?”
“Stay in this damn bathroom until I’m gone.”
I leaned against the wet shower wall. “Yeah. I can do that.”
Stupid, stupid fucking idiot.
She closed the bathroom door, and I sank to the floor. I heard her rummaging around in the bedroom, probably gathering up all of her things. I dug the heels of my hands into my eyes, trying to find a way out of it. Trying to find a way to salvage the experience for her. I didn’t want her to leave with that kind of impression. Not just of me, either. I didn’t want her to leave with a frown on her face because she deserved to smile.
Kelly deserved everything good in the world.
But, apparently, I wasn’t the good thing she needed.
Did you really expect anything else, you asshole?
“I’m heading downstairs!” Kelly called out.
I scrambled out of the shower and swung open the bathroom door.
“Let me know when you get home safely?”
“Sure. I’ll have someone text you,” she said.
Then, with a slam of the front door, she was gone.
“Fuck!” I roared.
I ripped the towel off me and started snatching my things up. All of the money, gone. The entire experience, ruined. Every surprise I had waiting for her, lost. And none of it was refundable. Not that the money mattered. But, if it was all there, couldn’t we at least try to enjoy it? Sex didn’t even have to be on the table. We could’ve just had the experiences to try and distract ourselves for a little bit!
“What Kelly wants, Kelly gets,” I murmured.
So, I stuffed my things into my suitcase and left. I sure as hell didn’t want to stay in the place without her.
Especially once I knew how wonderful it was to wake up to her beside me.
I hailed a cab and took my idiotic ass back to my place. But, the second I dropped my bags, I realized I didn’t want to be there. I raced back down to catch the cab as it pulled off before hopping back inside, and I rattled off the address for Zane’s place.
I needed some serious advice.
I stared out the window as the world passed me by. It looked dull and dreary. Even the gray clouds hanging low overhead boasted of the way I felt inside. I blew it. I ruined everything. And I knew there was no chance in hell Kelly would ever let me make things up to her. I closed my eyes and sighed, and I felt the cab slowly swaying side to side with every turn the driver made. Then, my phone vibrated against my leg.
And when I saw that I had a text from Zane, I knew what he was about to say.
