Page 38 of The Stallion
The fact that Asher was still poking around as to why he had abruptly packed up and left pissed me off. I didn’t want to know his reasonings anymore—blanket fucking excuses. I didn’t care.
I wasn’t damaged by our unexpected break-up by any means, but I was left with a hole in my heart—that, and the inability to trust anyone else ever again.
Ash: I’m sorry, Bria… Please don’t hate me. I’m just looking out for you.
Leaving her last text on read, I locked my screen and turned to stare outside the window for the rest of the drive.
I didn’t hate her; I could never. But she needed to stay out of it—allof it.
Asher would always be like a sister to me, but she was meddling with my life, and honestly, that was the last thing I needed right now.
I should've never fallen for the stereotypical jock. He could have had any woman he desired from the start; why did it have to be fucking me?
Men like Connor moved on far too quickly once they got bored with their toys. Because that’s all I ever was to him—a toy, a pretty little play thing that had run out her use.
I was stupid to stay with him for as long as I did.
To commit myself—heart and soul.
Believing that he would be my first love and my last—everything.
I took a leap of faith by letting him in, thinking that was what love at first sight felt like—and that was my biggest mistake of all.
With the time I’ve had to reflect on our relationship, I was surprised he’d managed to stick around for as long as he did before finding another woman to crawl under, even though I did everything I could to satisfy him.
Everyone—even Asher—believed we were a perfect pair. We weren’t, we were far from it, but the performance we put on was fucking flawless—worthy of an Oscar nomination.
Perhaps she was right… Maybe I should try to find someone to help me overcome what I’d lost—what Connor had destroyed within me.
On second thought, the very hot man driving this very expensive car looks like a worthy solution to my problem.
This surprising turn of events is becoming increasingly beneficial for me the longer I consider it—suddenly, I don't find myself in a rush to get myself out of this deal.
What better way to finally fuck around without any strings or emotions attached than with my new, legally bound, and screaming hot husband.
Dallas certainly wasn’t concerned about feelings, and neither was I at this point.
This arrangement would be taking fuck buddy to an entirely new level—afuck husbandperhaps?—and I was here for every singlesecond of it.
Dallaspulledthecarinto a gated community, where half of the homes were still under construction, and at least a quarter of the land remained untouched.
I had to admit, I didn’t take him for one who would actually own a home. I half expected Dallas to live in a ridiculous penthouse on The Strip—which would fit his McLaren—but not this…
My jaw fell to the floor as he parked in the driveway of a gorgeous Suncrest Mid-Century modern-style home.
The exterior was cream, with wood-paneled accents on what appeared to be an isolated front office space—the floor-to-ceiling windows leaving little to hide—it was separated from the house by a small courtyard path. The two-car garage, with frosted windows, enhanced the overall modern appearance.
“This is where you live?” I asked in awe as I took in the beautiful sight.
I couldn’t imagine what the inside would look like if this were only the outside. I had to give him credit—the man had taste. I could see myself living here—for now.
“Welive, but yes. This is our home.”Our home…I rolled my eyes at the sentiment, snapping out of my state of wonder and refocusing on the fact that this would only be a temporary marriage.
I wasn’t planning to stick around and play house with him forever.
Clearing my throat, I got out of his car, yanking my suitcase from the back seat before skirting around to the front gate that led into the courtyard.
Fuck, this house was massive…
