Page 9 of When We Fall: Part Two
“Goodbye, Lorenzo,” he said into the phone before the line disconnected.
I let out a growl of frustration and threw my phone onto the couch, rubbing my temples. That man was a prick to the highest fucking power.
“Didn’t go well?” Cole asked, coming into the room.
I sighed and poured two glasses of whiskey and nodded for him to take one as he settled on the couch.
“No. The man is a stubborn asshole,” I grumbled, taking a sip.
“Sounds like someone else I know.” Cole winked at me as he lifted his glass.
I shot him a scowl. “Is she asleep?”
“Yeah. She’s in bed with E tonight. I could hear him fucking her on my way down.”
“No Fox?” I raised my brows at him.
“No.” He shook his head. “He’s being weird, man. I’m worried about him. Rosalie went into his room when you guys got back, and I peeked in. She was kissing him, but he told her he wasn’t in the mood and to see E. She asked if he was OK. He only smiled and said he was tired. I’ve never seen him turn down sex with her before. It’s not normal.”
I swallowed hard at that information.
“I think he has depression,” I murmured. “He needs to talk to someone.”
Cole scoffed. “He won’t. You know he won’t. I’m worried about him, though. Maybe I’ll talk to him tomorrow and see if I can get him to open up.”
“Yeah, that’s a good idea. I’ll help.”
“No, man. I think it should just be me. I don’t want him to think it’s an intervention or something.”
I nodded. He was right. He’d feel like we were ganging up on him and probably just shut down more. He and I were already having a strained relationship. I didn’t want him to be pissed at me more.
“Take him out tomorrow. He’s been cooped up too much lately,” I said before taking a deep drink.
“Bar it is.” Cole settled back in his seat and drank with me. We were both quiet for a few moments before he spoke.
“So are you going to suck me off tonight?”
I laughed and gave him the finger. “Not a chance.”
He chuckled and refilled our glasses.
We didn’t speak much after that, opting to simply drink until we went upstairs to Rosalie’s room and passed out in her empty bed.
I slept in her spot and buried my face in her pillow, breathing in her sweet scent.
Everything would be OK.
Maybe if I repeated it enough, it would come true.
FOUR
ROSALIE
Ibit into one of the waffles Enzo had made for breakfast and closed my eyes. Enzo made amazing waffles. When I asked how he did it, he winked and told me the secret was love.
It was cute but bullshit. I was fairly certain he was using a combination of vanilla and butter.
Fox rubbed my thigh as he ate his waffle and the eggs he’d made. They were runny, but Fox seemed to have an issue with his food being runny. I thought it was cute.
