Page 56 of The Stallion
“I love you, Bri. Always have and always will—regardless of where you go and who you fuck.” She smirked before smacking my ass and stepping back from where I stood. “Now get the hell out of here before I change my mind and force my bestie to stay.”
“Bye, babe.” I laughed, already missing her even more, as I shut my door, started the engine, and pulled out of the parking lot.
Ispentmostofthe drive thinking about what Asher had said over the weekend—about Connor and his parents—circulatingback to Dallas and wondering what the fuck I would say to him when I walked through that front door in a few short hours.
My entire life had always been spent playing it safe—never taking a risk.
Dating the varsity jock.
Living in the same city where I was born and raised.
And never straying too far from the crowd that was my team.
What if everything that had recently happened was for a reason other than to just piss me off and deal me a shitty hand at life?
What if this was my wake-up call that something needed to change?
ThatIneeded to change…
Nearly six years spent in a loveless relationship, unable to leave—too scared to face the truth and start anew.
What if Dallas was the piece I had been missing?
The light at the end of this bleak and boring tunnel.
Safe to say that his life was far more entertaining than my own.
A sudden realization struck me like a bolt of white lightning. I immediately pulled over onto the side of the road and reached for my phone, typing an address into the GPS.
It was time for me to take a new lease on life—to finally stop accepting everything for what it was and make it into what I wanted.
It was my turn to say, fuck it.
Chapter 22
Dallas
What.A.Fucking.Weekend…
I never thought the days could feel so fucking long until I spent every waking hour wondering where the fuck my sweet girl was and if she would come home on her own or if I’d have to haul my ass to Phoenix to bring her back.
I doubted myself more than her, feeling stupid for letting Bria walk out that door without stepping in the way to stop her. I kept my word. And I fucking hated it.
She had every right to run with everything I had revealed. But fuck if I wouldn’t chase that woman to the ends of the earth just to keep her within arms reach.
Bria was bold, beautiful, brilliant, and in a moment of fucking weakness, I let her walk that pretty ass right out our front door.
She wasn’t coming back; why the fuck would she?
And as soon as Dustin caught wind that my wife had fled after I disclosed everything about the MUR, he’d send one of his dogs after her without a second to spare—a hound hunting a problematic fox—tying up a loose end.
Losing myself to the escalating frustration, I shot up from the couch and flipped the coffee table over, kicking its leg so hard that it snapped off entirely.
My hands shook as I dragged them through my hair, tugging at the roots while I ground my teeth. I was a savage man, ready to rip the head off of anyone or anything that so much as came near me.
I wanted my wife.
I needed Bria here.
