Page 21 of The Boardroom: Cassidy
Chapter Thirteen-Cassidy
I felt myself nearly fall against the wall of the lift as I made my way up to my flat, my head still pounding like a drum as I heard its gears crank to life, carrying me upstairs. I touched my face and when I pulled my hand away I found it was still covered in blood, and my blue shirt was as good as ruined. I felt hungover and drunk at the same time, and that wasn’t even including the emotional shock I had just been through. I was a bloody mess, quite literally.
I couldn’t believe that Eliza had a fiancée. And a really boring one, at that. What was even more unbelievable was the fact that she wouldcheaton her fiancée. You never quite knew with people, I supposed. Especially these American girls. They could be a flighty sort.
I flung open the door of my flat and groaned. I made my way over to the bathroom to wash my face, watching as the blood flowed into the sink. I had been pretty thoroughly beat up by that prick fiancée of hers, it turned out. Usually I could have taken him easily, but I was a little bit off my game with the shock of it all.
I hadn’t liked the way he had looked at Eliza either…like she was his possession and he was only here to take her back, regardless of her feelings. But fuck Eliza, honestly. This is what happens when you start falling in love with girls…they fuck you up, they betray you, they end up having a fiancée from stupid bloody South fucking Dakota who shows up at the end of your perfect date to beat the shit out of you. I had thought that a normal relationship, that love, was what I had wanted, but clearly I was wrong. I give up.
I opened my liquor cabinet and poured myself a tall glass of whiskey and then flung myself down onto the sofa. I had given this life a fair chance, this life of falling in love and dog cupcakes and walks in the park. Well it certainly wasn’t a walk in the park, that’s for damn sure. No wonder people were always so miserable all the time, with their silly love songs and breakups and nonsense. It was such a waste of time and energy.
I picked up my phone from off the table and found Megan’s number, and sent her a quick text. I was still pretty riled up from making out with Eliza and from all the fighting, and once I recovered, a nice evening of no strings attached sex with a beautiful woman would be exactly the cure I needed.
I was finished.
