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The need to look away overwhelmed me. Every part of me ached to focus on something other than her and the way she was watching me.
Like my words had wounded her.
“I’m sorry that my being here is not what you want. The last thing I want is to bring up memories of the past for you, but… I’m not going anywhere, Mal.” Her chin lifted defiantly, causing my treacherous cock to thicken. “And your tactics of trying to scare me aren’t working. I can’t be scared of you, when I feel nothing for you.”
Her words sliced through me and before I knew it, she was rushing past me and out of the room. My jaw went painfully tight and the need to chase her down haunted me.
Goddammit.
I was left standing in the middle of the room even more pissed off now with a confused, intimidated Trevor staring at the ground like he had no fucking clue on what to say or do.
Of course he had to fucking witness that. So, giving him a “Don’t say shit to anyone” look, I quickly spun around and stomped out of the room with an unwanted wounded ego and heart.
Fuck.
14
WREN
Blue’s Words
Blog Entry #3:
Mr. Hockey is an asshole.
That is all.
Today was a new day.
At least, I hoped it would be after the night I had argued with Mal. I knew he was an asshole, I just didn’t realize how worse he’d gotten. Initially I was bombarded with an array of emotions when he stormed in on Trevor and I. I wasn’t prepared for him.
And I wasn’t prepared for all the emotions that came along with it.
“I don’t know if I can do this,” I admitted over the phone to Kate. Standing in a vacant corner of the Orchids’ arena, I was contemplating Mal’s words.
I don’t want you here, Doe.
I wouldn’t have believed him if it weren’t for the use of that nickname.
He was being honest, despite how badly it had hurt. Tortured eyes and all, Mal truly wanted nothing to do with me.
And for some reason, it bothered me.
“The worst part’s over, Wren. He knows you’re there, now you just have to get on his good side and somehow convince him.”
Rolling my eyes, it was easier said than done.
“There’s no getting on his good side, trust me,” I rumbled.
“That’s not true. If anyone has the ability, it’s you.”
I laughed.
I might be the last person on earth who had a chance of getting on his good side.
“You’re just saying that.” I huffed, letting out a long breath of air that had been trapped inside my lungs. “Maybe he’s right. Maybe I should just listen to him and leave. The man wants nothing to do with me, and if I’m being completely honest, he might just be a lost cause.”
Maybe I’d be saving Greg and Shelia from more pain anyway. It was obvious he didn’t want to face his past, and by being here, away from everyone, he could pretend it never existed.
