Page 33 of Naughty Irish Fate
Chapter Twelve
Rooker
Never believed a heart could actually break.
Watching Wyn walk away after a fucking coin toss ended us, I know better.
My heart is in fucking shreds. So is the rest of me. I pound at the bathroom door and plead with her, knowing neither will change things. Wyn didn’t need that coin toss to decide this was over between us.
A fucking coin toss!
I want to break the fucking door down and do just what I threatened. Fuck her into talking about what we feel for one another. I know neither of us are ready for what that means though. Wynwon’t be ready to hear it until I can back up my promises.
Hyde has been waiting for the call I made early this morning for years. Won’t take long for us to have a fleet of ships and captains to man them. I can come back to my beautiful baby a lot sooner than I could have her believe.
Truth is I don’t want to go at all. I could let Hyde handle it all. Hell, I could even let one of my crew get our ship back to the fleet owner if I had to. But now I know I have to give Wyn some time. Neither of us were ready for this and we both need time to accept it.
How do you accept you found your soulmate though?
I can’t even call it love. Even though every single time I look at her, get that smile of hers, or feel her touch, I know that’s what I feel. It’s so much bigger than that.
Wyn was fated for me and me for her.
I can’t explain that through a fucking door, both of us naked and covered in jizz. Both of us crying and broken. I need to get some space between us, take care of my shit and come back to her.
“I am coming back to you, beautiful baby.” It sure sounds like a promise and I swore I wouldn’t do that, but here we are.
Wyn says nothing, but I don’t expect her to. I wish we could say goodbye properly. I don’t know how long it’s going to be and this ugly scene is not how I want to end things.No, not end things.
“This is not how we end, Wynnie!” I warn her before I slam my fist into the door once more.
It splinters and I wince, knowing what an ass I am making of myself. Instead of tearing the fucking thing off its hinges, I walk away. I dress quickly and head out. I pause at the door once more, wishing I had the right words to make her believe me.
Going to take more than pretty words and promises to make her believe in me. The most important people in her life made promises, too. Breaking those promises forced her to rely on a fucking coin to make choices she didn’t have the courage to.
“I am coming back.” I whisper to the closed door before I finally walk out.
Walking through that pub and out onto the street, knowing she’s up there crumbling the same as I am is nearly impossible. Like the first night I wanted to chase her, I battle myself. I nearly turn back half a dozen times.
Instead, I head to the hotel I’ve barely stayed at since we docked. I round up my crew and explain we’re shipping out. On our way to the docks to head out, I spot Trudi talking with someone. When I see it’s that dick who flirted with my girl, I almost don’t stop.
“Handsome! Where are you sailors headed?” Trudi leaves me no choice as she calls out to me, turning from the friend.
“Trudi. Getting our ship back to its fleet. I uh...” I glance past her at her friend and tug her aside, “I told Wyn I am coming back. For her.” Trudi’s brown eyes go wide before she grins widely.
“Knew it. I knew it the minute I saw you two dancing in the dark. How romantic. Is my lovie seeing you off, then?” Trudi glances back towards the pub, a frown wrinkling her pretty face.
“No. No, she uh,” I rub the back of my neck and clear my throat, tight with emotions, “Wyn didn’t want to talk about it. About us. Thinks it’s an empty promise. Can’t blame her. I know about her mother.” Again, her eyes go wide before they bounce between me and the pub.
“She... she told you about her mother?” I nod and frown in confusion.
“Yeah. About her father too.” I almost laugh when her face somehow gets even wider. Jaw slack, eyes big, mouth open in an ‘O’.
“Holy fucking hell. Rooker,” Stepping closer, she looks around as if she’s sharing a secret, “Bronwynnevertalks about her father. Or her mother. After her mother died, her panic attacks started. We could not get her out near that pier. Never mentions her mother since then, really. I mean most the town knows but... to tell you that shit?” Suddenly, I want to go back to her and make her tell me everything else.
“Well, shit. I saw her have a few panic attacks. Once out on the boat, it got bad.” Trudi gasps and stumbles away from me. I blink at her, then over her shoulder at her friend who watches us with contempt.
“Boat? You got Bronwyn on a boat? You fucking serious?” I look around as if I might find the right answer. I nod and glance back towards the pub again. Fuck, I want to go back to her so badly, I take a step or two in that direction.
