Page 281 of When We Fall: Part Two
“Wicked little thing.” He nipped my bottom lip, making me hiss. “I want you.”
“You said you weren’t going to take me on this table?—”
“I want you,” he said, cradling my face, his lips brushing against mine again. “To keep.”
“To keep?”
“I-I want to talk to you about it. When you’re sober, of course.”
My heart beat hard at his words. I nodded, knowing we had to talk too. I couldn’t think about it right now, though. I was far too drunk, and I wanted to be clear-headed when we discussed it.
I kissed him again. “I have to use the bathroom.”
“Go. I want to take you home when you’re done.”
I nodded. “I want you to take me home too.”
He smiled against my lips before helping me off the table. I cast him a nervous smile before heading in the direction of the bathroom.
I went inside and did my business, letting my head rest against the stall wall as I sat. Maybe I passed out or fell asleep, but when I opened my eyes, it was unusually quiet inside.
I blinked and stood before opening the door to the stall.
My heart fell into my guts as Cole leaned against the sinks, dressed in all black, his blue eyes fixed on me.
“What are you doing here?” I asked, moving around him to wash my hands.
He was quiet the entire time. It wasn’t until I was throwing the paper towel away that he finally spoke.
“Watching you fuck around on me,” he said, his voice an angry snarl.
My heart did jumping jacks in my chest, but I tried to focus on the situation. A situation that was definitely not good. I wasn’t sober enough for this.
“Cole, we’re not together anymore. I can do?—”
He pushed me against the wall, his nose nearly touching mine. “You can dowhoeveryou want?” He let out a sour laugh. “Is that what you were going to say to me?”
I stared up at him, knowing how he could be when he was angry.
“I am not your girl anymore?—”
He reached out and gripped my face tightly. “You will always be mine, Rosalie. I made that vow to you. You fucking made promises to me, too. I want them fulfilled.”
A tear squeezed out of my eye. “You’re hurting me.”
“Then scream.” He leaned in and whispered in my ear. “But I made sure we’re alone so no one will hear you.”
I tried to shove him away, but he came back at me, a terrifying look in his blue eyes.
“Don’t. Cole, stop. You have a girlfriend. Enzo… his wife. Please. Don’t. Dont!” He turned me around so my back was to his front and wrapped his hand around my throat as he pressed me against the wall. I could smell alcohol on his breath.
The sound of his zipper coming down echoed in the room as I tried to shove him away, but he was too strong.
“I love you. I fucking love you,” he rasped into my ear as more tears fell from my eyes. “And you love me. I fucking know you do. You promised me, Rosebud. You fucking swore to me we’d be together. We’d have our garden… our baby. Why are you fucking throwing it away on some prick who only wants your pussy? Huh? And so fucking soon? Did I mean shit to you? Huh?”
He squeezed my throat.
“I love you,” he repeated. “Fucking always. Fuck! Why? We promised. We fucking promised each other!”
