Page 185 of When We Fall: Part Two
COLE
“What do you want?” I asked as I sank onto the couch in the office later that evening.
I’d walked the grounds for hours, it seemed, but nothing would soothe my fucking brain. So, I’d gotten high as fuck and lay in the garden until my phone buzzed with Enzo’s text, telling me he needed to see me.
All I kept seeing on repeat in my head was some motherfuckers lips on my girl. His hands on her body as he made her feel again.
It was driving me insane.
“We need to talk.” Enzo sat in his chair and stared me down. “Why were you lying in the garden in the rain?”
“Needed a bath,” I muttered.
“OK. Why are you high as fuck right now?”
“Needed a break.”
Enzo studied me. “Cole, I’m not stupid. Talk to me.”
“I asked Rosalie to marry me,” I mumbled. “Today. I asked her.”
“What did she say?” His voice was soft.
I let out a soft, bitter laugh. “She said she kissed another guy. Made out with him. Went to his apartment.”
Enzo was silent as a grave. I looked at him.
“I love her,” I said fiercely. “It doesn’t change anything. She said it was a meaningless kiss. That she was hurting and drunk.”
He didn’t say anything for a moment before he sighed. “I spoke to Colten. He has photos of me.”
“What?” I frowned. “What photos?”
Enzo pulled his phone out and handed it to me. I stared in both horror and confusion at the images in front of me. Enzo and Celeste. Together. Kissing.
“What the fuck is this?” I glared at him. “What did you do?”
Enzo downed his glass of alcohol. “I’m marrying her. I will meet with her father in two days. Everything will be set up. She will be my wife.”
“How? Why? I don’t understand,” I sputtered. “What about Rosalie?”
“I’ll set her up. A place of her own. She’ll still have security. I’ll ensure that money is deposited into her bank account every month. She can continue at Mayfair. She will be provided for.”
“P-Provided for? What the fuck? She’s our girl, asshole! What are you doing? Are you trying to fucking ruin everything?” I shouted.
This wasn’t fucking happening. I’d gone to bed last night and woke in my own personal hell.
Again.
“I’m ending things,” Enzo said. “I-I have to. I need to save her. We need to save her, Cole. Fox was right. She’s not made for this shit. Not right now. Not the way things are. Don’t you want her safe?”
“You know I do?—”
“Then I’m asking you to trust me,” he murmured. “Please. You said you were in. Did you change your mind?”
I stared at him, my heart in my throat. “Why are you cheating on Rosalie?”
“Answer me, Cole.”
