Page 120 of The True Garza
“You’ve been a grumpy motherfucker these days, you know that? It’s creeping everybody out. I’m starting to look like the nice one.”
“You wanted something?”
He sighs. “Since you missed yet another meeting, the boss said to remind you that the company aircrafts are for time-sensitive work-related trips only, not joy rides with your women.”
“Whatever,” I mutter. “It was useless on her, anyway. She just sat there like it was a cab ride.”
London Bridge is impossible to impress. All that flexing I did for her, and she barely even blinked. Any other chick would’ve been all over me after that flex. Her? She wanted toendthings.
Trent snorts. “Even I could’ve told you that wouldn’t impress her. That’s one jaded woman.”
“Any other command from the boss?”
“You’re a VP. Try not to skip another important meeting in favor of stalking your ex. There are certain things about the Denver branch and the new transfers that only you can answer, and it’s frustrating when you aren’t there.”
“I’m not stalking anyone.”
“No? So you’re not parked across Checker’s Seafood Restaurant right now? Where she’s currently on a date with the contractor?”
Shit. I keep forgetting to use one of my private cars that doesn’t have a damn tracker on it. “Stop stalking me.”
He chuckles. “Go home, True. She’s moved on.”
I kill the call. He’s one to fucking talk. Like he didn’t stalk Lexi for almost a decade. Hypocrite.
They’re at a window seat, so I’ve got a clear, unobstructed view of the happy couple.
Doesn’t make any sense. How’s it possible that she’s sitting there smiling at him like that, enjoying life, moving on, while I’m here feeling homicidal?Me. True Garza. What the fuck did she do to me? I’m notthisguy. I’veneverbeen this guy. Stalking and sulking instead of burying myself in fresh pussy. Unable to let go, walk away.
This is new territory for me. A path I’ve never been on. And it’s driving me fucking insane.
It’s been almost three weeks since she confessed she was in love with me. Since I panicked and ran. Granted, there was an emergency, but the situation didn’t require me to leave at the neck-breaking speed that I did. Didn’t even fly out until dawn.
The way I left her there was a dick move.
When I got back four days later, I wasn’t surprised she was gone. She’s London. The one with the power.
We haven’t spoken since. ’Cause what the fuck’s there to say? She took it too far. No one told her to fall in love with me.
Although, watching her now…being dined, seduced, and tickled pink, I’m thinking it was all a lie. How is she in love with me, but so happy and comfortable withthattool? Did she lie to get rid of me? Did she know I’d react the way I did and finally agree to end things like she wanted? Was I fuckingplayed?
My phone goes off again.
Jules calling….
Reject.
She calls again.
Reject.
Calls again.
I answer, “Fuck off.” End call.
She calls again. And again. And again.
I pick up. “Do I need to have a word with your husband?”
