Page 42 of Capone
“What?” she asked with hurt in her eyes.
“I have a woman now. Things have been a little hectic, which is why I wasn’t answering your calls. I was eventually going to text you and let you know that we couldn’t hook up anymore.”
“Text me?!” she shouted, sounding offended.
“Lower your voice. This is my job, Jamie,” I gritted.
“What do you mean you have a woman?” she growled. “You were just in my bed three weeks ago.”
My brows pinched in confusion as she was giving off a possessive attitude. She acted like we were exclusive. I was screwing one of the other bartenders and she knew. We even had a threesome. So, I was completely taken aback by her reaction to this.
“And I was in Tiffany’s bed two days before you,” I said, referring to the other bartender.
“Let's not play dense here, Capone. You told me you weren’t looking for exclusivity and I tolerated that because I like you. But we both know I was your main woman. We were hooking up at least three times a week,” she hissed.
Main women? Was this girl insane?
“I’m not trying to hurt your feelings, Jamie, but it was just sex. I told you that, but you just forgot about that part. If your feelings are hurt, then I apologize. I thought we were on the same page and understood what this was.”
Her tears fell and a part of me felt bad. I wasn’t heartless. But at the same time, how guilty could I feel? I didn’t know she was harboring these feelings for me. I naturally thought she was okay with just sex. If I had even an inkling that she was feeling something other than a physical attraction, I would have cut her off.
“Capone, please don’t do this. I love you.”
What the fuck?
“Jamie, you don’t love me. You don’t even know me.”
“How can you say that? We spent all that time together. Of course, I know you.”
“What’s my real name?”
Silence.
“What about my favorite food?”
Silence.
“How many siblings do I have? What sport did I play as a child? How many years did I spend in the Marines?”
More silence.
“My point exactly, Jamie. You don’t know me to love me. Now, if you were sitting around expecting me to settle down with you, that’s not on me. I told you what this was from day one.”
More tears slid down her face. She grabbed hold of my shirt, sobbing. “Please don’t do this, Capone. We can make this work. I can be the woman you need. Just let me show you, baby.”
She wrapped her around the back of my neck and tried to pull me toward her lips. Jamie put up a fight as she tried forcing herself on me.
My patience and empathy were now gone.
“Enough, Jamie!” I snapped. “This is done and over. You need to leave.”
Just then, there was another knock on my door. Cara stepped into my office and froze when she saw how distraught Jamie was.
“Umm…if I’m interrupting something, I can come back.”
“No need. Jamie was just leaving,” I told Cara.
“Capone,” Jamie whimpered, taking a step toward me.
